«Oh Patricia, you've always been my North Star And I have to tell you something I'm still afraid of the dark But you take my hand in your hand From you the flowers grow And do you understand with every seed you sow You make this cold world beautiful?Oh Patricia, you've always been my North Star And I have to tell you something I'm still afraid of the dark But you take my hand in your hand From you the flowers grow And do you understand with every seed you sow You make this cold world beautiful?
