- cifra
Run, run, run away
Buy yourself another day
A cold wind's whispering
Secrets in your ear
So low only you can hear
Run, run, run and hide
Somewhere no one else can find
Tall trees bend their limb
Pointing where to go
Where you will still be all alone
Don't you fret, my dear
It'll all be over soon
I'll be waiting here
For you
Run fast if you can
No one has to understand
Fly high across the sky
From here to kingdom come
Fall back down to where you're from
Don't you fret, my dear
It'll all be over soon
I'll be waiting here
For you
Don't you fret, my dear
(Don't you fret, my dear)
It'll all be over soon
(It'll all be over soon)
I'll be waiting here
Don't you fret, my dear
It'll all be over soon
I'll be waiting here
For you
Run, run, run away
Run, run, run away
