Will I have to steal the Golden Fleece? Nestled high in the oak tree That I can't reach Without your help, so long Well you are as tall as the sun Higher than Olympus And like the dawn that's in my eyes, so blind How to shake this heart of stone So clutched in hand in darken coves Well I'm afraid that all I see is dark I'm afraid that I won't see the dawn In my eyes In my heart In my mind In my brawn Cause Im afraid that I won't see the dawn Well my heart is a stone, so come and break it Will I have to steal the Golden Fleece? Held up high in the oak tree That I can't reach Without your help, so long