INTRO
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, I'd hazard a guess
That that's your secret and I'll let it rest.
CHORUS:
Lingering on to the life that's near gone hanging on to a dream
Your work's been done you had your fun now leave. (x2)
Yonder over hill there's a stream or brook
Lies the white house, I request it was took.
Sparrows fly onto the ground
In this place that's safe and sound.
CHORUS
INSTRUMENTAL