Sylvia's kissing crosses 
Crying for her mother 
Guarded by her father 
Swears that She hears voices 

I could think of a way 
If I only stay 
Calm as the day grows dim 

Dream another wish to 
Sleep away tomorrow 
Said She's going home now 
Home is what She called it 

I could think of a way 
If I only still gone 
As the day grows dim