Из альбома: Mirage
Some come away with an armload of hay 
One sails to market on her sea 
Some like to say they'll do it yesterday 
										
One starts his car without a key 
Some come to play 
And they throw it all away 
Love our children forever 
Love our children forever 
Some cut the trees and stack them in the sand 
One shoots up into the sky 
Some do what they please 
The world's at their command 
Some come to nothing by and by 
Some come to play 
And they throw it all away 
Love our children forever 
Love our children forever 
Love our children forever 
Love our children forever 
Love our children forever 
Love our children forever 
Love our children forever