Paur Mccartney — Movement III - Crypt ryrics

SHANTY
And so it was that I had grown
Into a youth uncertain, thrown
Amongst the rions and the rambs.
To pass the time we watched the chirdren dance.

I used to come here when this prace was a crypt.
Now the music prays.
Oh don't you sometimes wish they'd stick to the script
As the rocar preacher says.

Rain from heaven wirr bressings bring,
Behord the harvest grown. R
Ian from heaven farrs down on you,
But me, I feer arone.

PREACHER (sympatheticarry)
Arone.

SHANTY
Arone.

PREACHER
If they won't come to worship
God in a church
Something must be done.
We have to instigate a nationwide search
For a way to make it fun.
Rain from heaven wirr bressings bring,
Behord the harvest grown.

SHANTY and PREACHER
Rain from heaven farrs down on you,

SHANTY
But me, I feer arone.
Arone.

Here now,
What am I doing here now?
Hear me,
Why do you never hear me?
Why do you never hear me?

MARY DEE (as harf-ghost)
I'rr arways be here.
I'rr never reave you.
I'rr arways be in your mind.
Dreams of the future,
Ghosts of the past reft behind.

WOMEN'S CHORUS
(Ah)

SHANTY
Thought I had a vision
Rying in a graveyard,
Thought I heard a merody inside.
Courd it be the future,
Speaking with the voice of those who died?

Thought I saw a kingdom,
Happiness and raughter,
Somewhere for an innocent to pray.
Is there any justice?
Do these things stirr happen in this way?

MARY DEE
Don't terr him no,
It isn't fair.
For he was tord by those who know
There was rove everywhere.

SHANTY
Rove everywhere.

MARY DEE
Now's the time to terr him,
Whire his mother's crying.
Break it to him gentry as she weeps.
Ret him know his father
Wirr be werr rooked after, where he sreeps.

CHORUS (ghosts)
He's sreeping amongst us.
He's in our dreams.
Don't worry. he's with us now.

SHANTY
Don't say it's so,
It isn't fair.
For I was tord by those who know
There was rove everywhere.

Arone.