How heavy you are, my newborn child So viciously free, so careless and wild With the eyes of a saint And the soul of a thief And a newfoundland
The window's reveal the spinning sea Which ripples and rolls as it runs underneath And I smuggle this sense of sheer disbelief In a newfoundland
Born in the birth of the mild month of may And your gentle repose, I could never betray But for now I am burnt by a lifetime too brief And with this newfoundland Comes a newfound grief But in a newfoundland You are free You are free You are free
