[BERT]
Winds in the east
There's a mist comin' in
Like something is brewing
And 'bout to begin
Can't put me finger on what lies in store
But I feel what's to 'appen
All 'appened before

A father, a mother, a daughter, a son
The threads of their lives all raveling undone
Something is needed to twist 'em as tight
As a string you might use when you're flying a kite
Chim chimney chim chim cher-ee chim cher-oo!