And what will happen in the morning   When the world it gets   So crowded that you can't look   Out the window in the morning      And what will happen in the evening   In the forest with the weasel   With the teeth that bite so sharp   When you're not looking in the evening      And all the friends that you once knew are left behind   They kept you safe   And so secure amongst the books   And all the records of your lifetime      What will happen   In the morning   When the world it gets so crowded   That you can't look out the window in the morning      Hey, take a little while to grow your brother's hair   And now, take a little while to make your sister fair   And now that the family is part of a chain   Take off your eye shade, start over again      Now take a little while to find your way in here   Now take a little while to make your story clear   Now that you're lifting, your feet from the ground   Weigh up your anchor and never look round      Let's sing a song for Hazey Jane   She's back again in my mind   If songs were lines in a conversation   The situation would be fine