SONG: Softly Singing Simon

Listen to the song

He stops for the little ones
to grab fruit out of reach
He smiles at them gently then heads for the trees

He scouts out a lonely spot
Behind tendrils and leaves
The sunlight melts into the blossoming breeze

Softly singing Simon
Quietly thinking alone
Softly singing Simon
Watching the evening unfold

When the boys start to lose their cool
When there's an absence of rules
He will offer his wisdom to the group

Some say there's a beast around
Simon don't disagree
He says, "Maybe there is..."
"Maybe it's you and me."

Softly singing Simon
Most of his thoughts are unknown
Softly thinking Simon
Watching the madness unfold