Fisher Island Sound

My call
In this silent small town's winter
Your child's sullen
Asking for more than years
Your sighs
We hear them long and hard now my dear
Your time may past the edges oh père, o père

(lie alone, lie alone)
After dawn
I start to see the shadows
Seen my toes
Swinging from the gallows
(lie alone, lie alone)
And it's been cold
Despite my heating lantern
And I've been called
A waif, a fool, a fantom