Rolling Moon

We wander lost forgotten hills

Blue sky, green grass, we are still

The mists enfold us gently smelling

Breeze in our ears softly telling

Of the days of light and laughter long ago

They trace us, taste us, touch our hair

Show us a castle, show us to their lair

To their lair

And the rolling moon rocks on by

We dance until we start to cry

We've got feverish sweat and aching bones

Please, oh God, don't take us home

It's pretty cool but we can't rest

The purple sun sets in the west

We prance on gold-red summer lawns

Dragon-blood evening, buzzing swarms

Of lawnmowers mowing

Summer lawns away (far away!)

I realise we really are quite far away

Far away, far away, far away

And the rolling moon rocks on by

We dance until we start to cry

We've got feverish sweat, aching bones

Please, oh God, don't take us home

Please, oh God, don't take us home

Please, oh God, don't take us home