Come now children sing along
To the beating of the drum
Leave your houses, toys alone
Not afraid of skull and bone
Come now children sing along
When the night bird starts to moan
When were passing by the last stone
Of the place that we call home
You favored waiting
You favored waiting
You favored waiting
Come now children sing along
As the howler at the moon
Steals our smallest child from home
We admit that we went wrong
You favored waiting
You favored waiting
You favored waiting
You favored waiting
Writer(s): Art J Van Triest, T Eike, Van Richard Luttikhuizen, Carsten W J Brunsveld, Van Alfred Luttikhuizen
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