When the Bough Breaks

When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall.
And down will come, your dreams and theories and all.

Rolling time, for myself away,
Rolling time, for myself away.

When the bough breaks,
The cradle will fall . . . .

And down will come,
your dreams and schemes and all.

I wan't nothing from you,
For my suffering,
Rolling time, for myself away,
Rolling time, for myself away.

Listen to the music:
When the Bough Breaks
1988 - 2:45 - BM139

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© John Buckingham 1984