Hide the children. Hide the children a storm is coming.
I will be a wall. I will be a wall.
Hide the children. Hide the children a storm is coming.
I will be a wall. I will be a wall.
There are beautiful places that we can hide.
Between the notes and the rhymes.
I sang for my sister on the darkest nights
and I sang for my brothers too.
We will count the days. We will count the days.
we will grow tall and we’ll get away.
I will be a wall. I will be a wall.
We will count the days. We will count the days.
We will grow tall and we’ll get away.
I will be a wall. I will be a wall.
There’s a songs that will hold us together in our hearts
He’ll look for the source, but he can’t put it out.
We are jumping in the snow and burying each other.
Hide my sister. Hide my brothers.
Hide the children. Hide the children a storm is coming.
I will be a wall. I will be a wall.
Hide the children. Hide the children a storm is coming.
I will be a wall. I will be a wall.
There are beautiful places that we can hide.
Between the notes and the rhymes.
I sang for my sister on the darkest nights
and I sang for my brothers too.