When I was young
and scared of the world
my mother would sing me a song
a tune I keep in a sacred place
because I know that my life won't be long
It tells of the place where you go
when your time here on Earth is through
a beautiful place we call Heaven
is it true
please God I pray that it's true
Cause once this land was Heaven on Earth
green hills were all you could see
but now it's soot and steel and brick
so it look more like hell to me
And each day brings
more and more suffering
and each night is silence and fear
and I awake
to the sound of your voice
but you're not here
why aren't you here?
So now I lay down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
please let me die before I awake
so the Lord my soul can take
Then maybe I'll finally find you
'midst the beauty of Paradise
and you'll sing not of dying
but living
wouldn't that be nice?
woludn't that be nice?
From the cadle to the grave...
Una canción de cuna que recuerda lo frágil y efímera que es la vida
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