Should the sky just turn to black
And all birds die and fall
When the ghosts go marching down the street
Marching through you walls
I'll be there for you
With you, my friend
I'll be there for you
With you, my friend
Hear my cry, hear my cry
Should a flower be stoned to death
And love is not around
When you're hungered and you tongue is dry
But your bread is filled with worms
Hear my cry, hear my cry
Hear my cry, hear my cry
Should the stars decide not to shine
And the world is cold as ice
Whe babies only crie
Here my cry, here my cry