Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down and broke his crown
And Jill came tumbling after
New Year’s Eve, the boy downtown
To see the pauper’s daughter
Half past six the date was fixed
The gate to raven I call him
Knew the score, there was no door
But sweet light shone from the ceiling
She was dressed in blue, a family friend
Calling red, they were singing
Singing, singing, woah
I played a tune from room to room
Holding hands like a children’s tune
There was no charming, no waiting no tears
Pauper’s teaching like a son, like feel
Looking back, no rumours
Memory lingering on and on, on and on They would sing it They would sing it Woah, yeah, yeah
Half past six the date was fixed
The gate to raven I call him
Knew the score, there was no door
But sweet light shone from the ceiling
She was dressed in blue, a family friend
Calling red, they were singing, woah
They were singing
Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down and broke his crown
And Jill came tumbling after
Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down and broke his crown
And Jill came tumbling after
Pauper’s daughter and I Pauper’s daughter and I Pauper’s daughter and I