Argos

Will I have to steal the Golden Fleece?

Nestled high in the oak tree,

That I can't reach, without Your help?

So long,

Well You, are as tall as the sun,

Higher than Olympus,

And like the dawn in my eyes,

So blind,

How to shake this heart of stone,

So clutched in hand in the darkened coves,

Well I'm afraid that all I see is dark,

And I'm afraid that I won't see the dawn,

In my eyes,

In my heart,

In my mind,

In my brawn,

Yea I'm afraid that I won't see the dawn,

Well my heart is a stone, so come and break it.