the birds have stopped their song they know its time to go the trees have dropped their leaves on the silent roads the boys put down their arrows and the bows and the clouds have moved aside for the sun to dim its glow the river dried up the oceans with the sea the stars put out their lights and closed the galaxy they shut the mountains the valleys on the way they packed up africa brazil bombay cos its final you should go but its fine now they all know its over now and now the west winds are so slow they hardly blow and the chill outsides too cold even for snow the houses packed up the streets left long ago from here to vience beach milan the congo take a while to stand outside there ll be no rain i don t know if i can start all this again will the world return to me intime the same from here to italy norway spain cos its final you should go but its fine now they all know