Oh Nancy, won’t you tell me,

Of the things that you see,

In the land that you live in,

That we call insanity.

You speak of songs never sung,

And ships which never sailed,

And write to me from distant lands,

In letters never mailed.

You cry at night for the one,

Who lost a love so dear,

And say I am so far away,

Although I sit right here.

Oh Nancy won’t you tell me,

Of the jewels that you seek,

In the land that you live in,

Where the strong protect the weak.

You see the diamonds in the sky,

Which bathe you in their light,

And as we see them fade and die,

For you they still shine bright.

You hear the song of the lark,

Which sings so sweet and clear,

Close to your heart the harmonies,

Which we forget to hear.

Oh Nancy, who will protect us,

From the horror that we find,

Each day within a world,

Which you have left behind?

1992.