my name is Flint,
and wen its nite,
or wen the moon
is shiyning brite,
and all the men
half gon to bed –
i stay up late.i hyde the gold
my name is Flint,
and wen its nite,
or wen the moon
is shiyning brite,
and all the men
half gon to bed –
i stay up late.i hyde the gold