Little boy Blue under the hay
Why the dark circles on your face
That hide your deep brown eyes
Hold your lips as they try
To whisper in your ears, detached
From the mortal fear that
Discovers where you lay underneath the hay
Little boy Blue in the tree
Holed up in your fortress, waiting out the siege
Dreaming ten days out of nine
About the world you left behind
Where the Queen has gone crazy and shed her face
And the King has a price out on your head
The chase is on and you must flee up into your tree
The dead come alive for their hero has died
As you softly cry into your shallow grave
The cows and the sheep go missing as you sleep and
Your shaking heart betrays your secret hiding place
Little boy Blue on the moon
It seems that Saturn made its transit too soon
And touched your life with pain
Filled your soul with opposition
Will you rise and blow your horn
And let the kingdom mourn
For the hero you should have become
For the war you might have won
The dead come alive for their hero has died
As you softly cry into your shallow grave
The cows and the sheep go missing as you sleep and
Your shaking heart betrays your secret hiding place