Saturday's Child - Brendan Perry

Farewell my child it’s time

To leave this all behind

Exchanging the river for the sea

Farewell to saturday’s child

Cut loose before his prime

Set adrift in the city

Speak to me now of isolation

Feel your way home in the dark

Here comes the old greay man

Back bent before his time

Tracing figures in the sand

He has no more crosses to bear

Sat upon his rocking chair

Gazes out toward the sea

Speak to me now of visions

Seen through a looking glass mind

Speak of your inhibitions

You still have your mountain to climb