Don't Be Scared

When whenever Paul thinks of rain swallows fall in a wave and tap on his window with their beaks And when Paul thinks of snow soft winds blow round his head and the phone rings just once late at night like a bird calling out want you wake up, Paul don't be scared don't believe you're all alone Wake, wake up, Paul whisper clouds rolling by and the seeds falling from the branches of the trees Oh from the branches and their falling from the branches and their falling from the branches of the trees oh, from the branches and their falling from the branches and their falling from the branches of the trees