Come in son, take off them boots, Hang up your coat, Pull up that chair to the stove, where it's warm. Will you have coffee or tea On this grey November morning...

Say it ain't so... We didn't mean to go to sea, my darling. We just drifted away - come what might. We let our boat sail on a secret sea of dreams, winds Blowi...

Hammer and a nail Hammer and a nail Saint behind the glass Holds a hammer and a nail Baby in his arms Baby in his arms Saint behind the glass Has a baby in his...