| Isobel by name, is a belle by nature |
| Frightened of your hands |
| But they’re not out to get you |
| And when you grow to be old |
| Just do what you’re told |
| And life won’t be half as bad |
| With strawberries on your head |
| The world seems a better place |
| Innocence is beauty, beauty may not last |
| And when you’re wide eyed with awe |
| I’ll open the door |
| And show what this life can hold |
| Follow your heart (I'll follow) |
| Lead with your mind and we will go |
| (Anywhere you want to we will go) |
| And when it’s late, late in the day for you |
| Understand my words |
| And keep them by your side |
| And when you grow to be old |
| You need to be told |
| Need to be told life is good to you |