Oliver's Song 

 © Jeffrey James Culling & Giuseppe Valdo Conte

All Instruments and Vocals Joe Conte

 Cradled in my Mother's arms
 

Safe and sound from a child's alarms

 

I remember how I'd feel

 

When my demons seemed so real

 

These simple words she'd say to me

 

It will be what it will be.

 

And my dear old Father too

 

As the years passed and I grew

 

Eased those childhood nightmare fears

 

Chased away the morning's tears

 

Said as I climbed upon his knee

 

It will be what it will be.

 

It will be what it will be

 

The truth's not always

 

What we see

 

When you need help

 

Just run to me

 

It will be what it will be.