Nubile Days - Swan Lake

And the hordes will take them in

But we cling to another

We dream of another

Nubile days are the days that stay

They stay on the hunter’s face

But we cling to another thing

We dream of another thing

Bless my soul there’s an old soul with no

Badges on his wing

Makes it okay to sing:

LA LA LA LA

(It's the way that you sing to me)

Bless my soul there’s an old soul

With no badges on his wing

Makes it okay to sing:

Whoa whoa whoa