There's a tiger in the yard and the mango trees soon ripen
Night sounds fill the air, the mage at three, the old man's share
Will your life become stories fit for sons to hear their father tell
This quiet you to quell
Two bikers out exploring without the nightfall
For steering in the mother eye
Life on tracks and coins on rails
Will your life become stories fit for sons to hear their father tell
Will your life become stories fit for sons to hear their father tell
This quiet you to quell
This quiet you to quell



This quiet you to quell
This quiet you to quell
This quiet you to quell
This quiet you to quell
This quiet you to quell



This quiet you to quell
This quiet you to quell
This quiet you to quell
This quiet you to quell
The scheme of older children
An evil knight advancing
Life relinquishing
A goat, two vultures and a fox
Relocating slowly
The journey never ending
In the tiny car
Travelling from home to home
Will your life become
Stories fit for sons
To hear their father tell
Will your life become
Stories fit for sons
To hear their father tell
Will your life become

To hear their father tell
The boy may have been care filled
Internally surrounded
Discord reappears
Yet your comfort brings him joy
The tiger in the yard
And the mango tree soon ripen
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