Oh, naive little me, Asking what things you have seen You're vulnerable in your head You'll scream and you'll wail till you're dead Creatures veiled by night Following things that aren't right And they're tired and they need to be led They'll scream and they'll wail till they're dead But give me to a rambling man; Let it always be known that that was who I am Beaten battered and cold My children will live just to grow old But if I sit here and weep I?ll be blown over by the slightest of bree (guitaretab.com)