(November 2006)

At the day break she’s so tired
From the night that’s long and slow
With the wailings down below
But she don’t mind

And the stars they change their shape
In the northern skies so wild
And his temperament is mild
But he don’t mind

Well all bows will bend and sway
But not all hearts will stay
And fingers will learn to play
And all will be OK
OK

So she sets about the task
Of teaching right and wrong
And they all call her head strong
Because she don’t mind

In the golden sun he shines
When he’s holding hands with girls
And that little one has curls
But he don’t mind

Well resolve he cannot find
In the promises he fakes
While all around him breaks
But she don’t mind

And her hand it turns so kind
On the supple skin so soft
And nothing has been lost
Because she don’t mind