I had a dream that I was dead Right by the trees of my childhood broken home A soft summer breeze on my warm body I had gone quietly, just fell asleep Oh child, what have you become Oh child, what have you become Oh child, what have you become Oh child, what have you become Oh child, what have you become Oh child, what have you become Oh child, what have you become Oh child, what have you become Oh child, what have you become Oh child, what have you become Oh child, what have you become They were looking for me along the beach Taverns and woods and among the dancers by the sea But no one had heard of a girl from here While the trees above, they whispered me Oh child, what have you become Oh child, what have you become Oh child, what have you become Oh child, what have you become Oh child, what have you become Oh child, what have you become Oh child, what have you become Oh child, what have you become Oh child, what have you become Oh child, what have you become Oh child, what have you become