This is London
I went down to the place
Where I knew she lay waiting
Under the marble and the snow
I said, "Mother I'm frightened
The thunder and the lightning
I'll never come through this alone"
She said, "I'll be with you
My shawl wrapped around you
My hand on your head when you go"
And the night came on
It was very calm
I wanted the night to go on and on
But she said, "Go back - go back to the World"
We were fighting in Egypt
When they signed this agreement
That nobody else had to die
There was this terrible sound
And my father went down
With a terrible wound in his side
He said, "Try to go on
Take my books, take my gun
Remember, my son, how they lied"
And the night comes on
It's very calm
I'd like to pretend that my father was wrong
But you don't want to lie, not to the young - Leonard Cohen