Milking

And all the kids are looking down

And all the kids hear marching sounds

They all see the armies on the ground

And all the kids are looking downGun fire after another

Hear the fire going higherThere is a castle in the air

And all the kids are trapped in there

There is a king, they don't know where

There is a castle in the airGunfire after another

Bright fire shooting higherAnd the boys cried out but they can't get through to you, through to you

And the king cried out but he can't be true to you, true to youIf all the kids could reach to see

They wonder who the king would be

A little boy who looks like me

If all the kids could reach to see