Children: What a lamb to it's slaughter 
Buried in water

Down
Under the ground
There's a town there
I've been down there
In the middle of the lake
I hold your hand for goodness sake

When the women and kid's are asleep
The walls there 
And the skin of the sheep
So lock all
The windows and doors
The [bad word] for you and yours

Like a lamb to his slaughter
Buried in water 
Buried in water

Buried in water

When the leaves
Go floating away
In the pale moonlight
Bury anchors in our garden
And we can let our heartbeats go