Hush now, do not crynThe crystal tear dropped from your eyenThe man would have to dienTo stop this lullabynnAnd when the song is donenThe dead of night will have just begunnA thousand birds will fly downnAnd plant your teardrops under the groundnnDo you hear the planet singnWe will fly on a moth's wingnUp to where there is no soundnWhile your tears grow under the groundnn