Mother loves her baby,
And dady loves you too.
And the sea may look warm to you, babe,
And the skies may look blue.

Oooooh, babe...
Oooooh, babe, blue...
Oooooh, babe... 

If you should go skating
On the thin ice of modern life,
Dragging behind you the silent reproach
Of a millon tear-stained eyes.
Don't be surprised, when a crack in the ice
Appears under your feet,
You slip out of your depth and out of your mind
With your fear flowing out behind you,
As you claw the thin ice.