Fisher Island Sound

My call In this silent small town's winter Your child's sullen Asking for more than years Your sighs We hear them long and hard now my dear Your time may past the edges oh père, o père (Lie alone, lie alone) After dawn I start to see the shadows Seen my toes Swinging from the gallows (Lie alone, lie alone) And it's been cold Despite my heating lantern And I've been called A waif, a fool, a fantom