Dream – spiralling up from the ground
Fog – covering all your surround
Squirrel grey is the colour of you
But inside green and ebony hue
Down in the darkness is a world unknown
Drawn in life, your roots do roam
Two centuries old, Id hazard a guess
That thats your secret and Ill let it rest
Lingering on to the life thats near gone hanging on to a dream
Your works been done you had your fun now leave
Lingering on to the life thats near gone hanging on to a dream
Your works been done you had your fun now leave
Yonder over hill theres a stream or brook
Lies the white house, I request it was took
Sparrows fly onto the ground
In this place thats safe and sound
Lingering on to the life thats near gone hanging on to a dream
Your works been done you had your fun now leave
Lingering on to the life thats near gone hanging on to a dream
Your works been done you had your fun now leave