Stolen

May you die wide awake With a look of great surprise May your eyes be taken just before you can weep 'Cause you see what you stole, stolen from you May you die with your mouth still agape With a word stuck in your throat May your mouth be taken just before you can speak When you know what you stole has been stolen from you May the sound of our voices ring out With a song of great delight Oh, a cheer, loud and clear, the last thing in your ears, As you hear what you stole has been stolen from you