Pennies in the Well

Old World
 All the winters are passing, And the steeple bells ring
 Snow is falling on crosses, And the choir girls sing
 Im the old man who's waiting, with his arms at his sides
 Will you ever be with me, can I call you my bride
 Oh can I call you down call out to us oh from the underground
 Or are you tied and bound, by the roots that keep on reaching for your knees
 Old world spinning round, given all the maps to rattle down
 Old man with your long crown, put all of your pennies in the well
 Im the only one waiting, and you wont have to hide
 For Im mostly a good man, but I've spent so many winters inside
 So don't be afraid dear, because there's nothing to fear
 I'd take the salt from the ocean, just to know that your near
 Oh can I call you down...
 Old world... x2