Search Party - Julian Cope

I came upon you

In bright and shining sun

Oh, tell, it does come over me

Your secret is undone

And soon, I saw you sleeping

And softly in my bed

I gaze my eyes around you

So softly in my bed

Then I hold out my hand

And I brave

For the variant

The cradle is disgusting

It’s brittle and it’s old

I threw it down the mountainside

A child you must hold

I must care for the both of you

And keep you from the cold

And keep you from eternity

For you cannot be sold