| Like every young man, I had some things that I |
| wanted to say |
| Ere I could begin, you know the world got |
| in my way |
| Oh Lilah, to sleep like a baby |
| To open the window and feel the fair wind |
| Oh Lilah, to sleep like a baby again |
| We spend so much time weeping and wailing and |
| shaking our fists |
| Creating enemies that really don’t exist |
| Oh Lilah, to sleep like a baby- |
| To open the window and feel the fair wind |
| Oh Lilah, to sleep like a baby again |
| All these comings and goings that cut like a knife |
| These small, simple pleasures that make up a life |
| A man needs a home, and a child, and a wife |
| to always be there-always |
| After I’m gone, there are some things that I know |
| I will miss |
| The taste of your mouth; the smell of the perfume |
| on your wrist |
| Oh, Lilah, the fields lie fallow |
| Whate’r ye sow, so shall ye reap |
| The river’s still shallow |
| But the river’s bed is dark and deep |
| Oh Lilah, the fields lie fallow |
| Whate’r ye sow, so shall ye reap |
| Oh Lilah, this ground we hallow |
| Is ours to tend, but not to keep |
| Too-rah loo-rah loo-rah Lilah |
| Too-rah loo-rah loo-rah lay |
| Now, while all the streets are silent |
| Take my hand and come away |
| Too-rah loo-rah loo-rah Lilah |
| Too-rah loo-rah loo-rah lay |