Sweet Year Old

The fools are slow to leave

So the angels aren't scared anymore

And while they don't quite rush in

Well, well, well

They move at a comfortable

Clip and they may never leave

Will she ever live?

Down, down they all file down

They all file

Fools gold rush in

Get up and go, dear

I'm hard of heart

Get up and bring me the heart of

A sweet year old