The Baby

Words that were spoken in the anger Of youth only half truth. Touched by the chilbride Deep inside her lie real truth. He was the passion of the spring And half forgotten in the passing The real crime brother and brother With backs to each other The war sign. And in the passion of the spring Mama sing him a song. Tell him all that was wrong Tell him all that you had that was bad. Tell him all that was good mama. You know that you should mama Remember the good mama. And with the light that you show Let him grow Let him go Let him go Let him go Let him go. Words that were spoken in the anger Of youth only half truth. Touched by the chilbride Deep inside her lie the real truth. He was the passion of spring He was the passion of the spring And in the passion of the spring And in the passion of the spring