Come hold me now I am not gone I would not leave you
here alone In this dead calm beneath the waves I can still hear those lost
boys calling
You could not speak You were afraid To take the risk
of being left again And so you tipped your hat and waved and then You
turned back up the gangway of that steel tomb again
And in that street
in July When I hear those seabirds cry I hold the child The child in
the man The child that we leave behind
The spotlight fades The
boys disband The final notes lies mute upon the sand And in the silence of
the grave I can still hear those lost boys calling
We left them
there When they were young The men were gone until the West was won And
now there's nothing left but time to kill You never took us fishing Dad and
now you never will
And in my street in July When she hears the
seabirds cry She holds the child The child in the man The child that we
leave behind
