Just don’t leave Don’t leave I’ll drown my beliefs To have your babies I’ll dress like your niece And wash your swollen feet I’m not living I’m just killing time Your tiny hands

So just take my hand, you know that I will never leave your side. Slow down, we've got time left to be lazy All the kids have bloomed from babies into flowers in our eyes. We've got fifty good years left to spend out in the garden I don't care to beg