You are young, you do not know I wish you did not have to grow Get so tall, and out of reach Still I will keep the cradle Oh so close and yet so far It's always just beginning Summer months golden days I'll be stood at my window. White noise and whitest snow The bone that mone inside me A song will find the radio I dance when I am dreaming Temper temper wait for me I'm no good with old patients Let us pray That's someone sweet Will call with heavey conscience How am I, I cant complain I just don't like the neighbors Look at you oh plump and blushing Such a sweet tomato I will do it all again I'd have my hear be broken Just to touch A loved one skin I hear the Ghetto whistling