Should the sky just turn to black
And all the birds die and fall
When the ghosts go marching down the streets
Marching through your walls

I’ll be there for you
With you my friend
I’ll be there for you
With you my friend

Hear my cry, hear my cry

Should a flower be stoned to death
And love is not around
When you’re hungered and your tongue is dry
But your bread is filled with worms

I’ll be there for you
With you my friend
I’ll be there for you
With you my friend

Hear my cry, hear my cry

Should the stars decide not to shine
And the world is cold as ice
When babies only cry

I’ll be there for you…

Hear my cry, hear my cry…