Seeeeeee the pretty widows Cooooold as april's skies Hoooooold their winter roses Cloooooaked in nursery rhymes And love is where you find it And love is where you reach And love is in the patterns At her feet So play her game of tarot Hold her hair and hand Fold her dress like petals Turn the hanging man And love is where you find it And love is where you reach And love is in the patterns So cold, the pretty widows Clear as april's skies Steal her winter roses Sing her nursery rhymes (Same as verse) Nanananana Nanananana Nanananana Oh the morning calls And the morning calls And the morning calls And the morning calls