And you said, watching your old man cry
And no-one, no-one will ask you why
And you will unfold
In you deep blue world
And we will keep hold, of you

And the warning signs
And you deep blue eyes
And the mother cries
For you

And you stand your hand ? Out of reach
And go on, go on into the breech

And you will unfold
In the deep blue world
And we will keep hold
Of you

And the warning signs, and your deep blue eyes
And the mother cries
For you