Lyrics:

Come hold me nowI am not goneI would not leave you here aloneIn this dead calm beneath the wavesI can still hear those lost boys callingYou could not speakYou were afraidTo take the risk of being left againAnd so you tipped your hat and waved and thenYou turned back up the gangway of that steel tomb againAnd in Mott street in JulyWhen I hear those seabirds cryI hold the childThe child in the manThe clild that we leave behindThe spotlight fadesThe boys disbandThe final notes lie mute upon the sandAnd in the silence of the graveI can still hear those lost boys callingWe left them thereWhen they were youngThe men were gone until the west was wonAnd now there's nothing left but time to killYou never took us fishin' dad and now you never willAnd in Mott street in JulyWhen I hear the seabirds cryI hold the childThe child in the manThe child that we leave behind