In the forest with the weasel
With the teeth that bite so sharp
And so secure amongst the books
Hey, take a little while to grow your brother's hair
Now that you're lifting, your feet from the ground
And now, take a little while to make your sister fair
Now take a little while to find your way in here
Out the window in the morning
Let's sing a song for Hazey Jane
And all the friends that you once knew are left behind
Take off your eye shade, start over again
She's back again in my mind
And now that the family is part of a chain
Now take a little while to make your story clear
Weigh up your anchor and never look round
When you're not looking in the evening
They kept you safe
In the morning
What will happen
And what will happen in the evening
So crowded that you can't look
That you can't look out the window in the morning
When the world it gets so crowded
If songs were lines in a conversation
And all the records of your lifetime
