Lime and limpid green the second scene
The fights between the blue you once knew
Floating down the sound resounds
Around the icy waters underground

Jupiter and Saturn, Oberon there on the run
Titanian, Neptune, Titan, stars can frighten

Winding signs flap
Flicker flicker flicker flam pow pow
Stairways scared and death rules there
Blindman limpid green the sounv
Surrounds the 'ioy' waters on the
Lime and limpid green the sound
Surrounds the ioy waters underground




Lucifer Sam saw your cat
Always sitting by your side
Always by your sile
That cat's something I can't explain

Jennifer Gentle you're the witch
You're the left side, he's the right side
Oh no
That cat's something I can't explain

Wouldn't say we're going to see
Me a hip cat, me a ship's cat
Somewhere, anywhere
That cat's something I can't explain




There was a king who ruled the land
His Majesty was in command
With silver eyes the scarlet eagle
Showered silver on the people

Oh mother tell me more
Why'd you have to leave me there
Handing in my infant chair
Waiting

You only have to read the lines
They're scribbled in black and everything shines

Across the stream with wooden shoes
Bells to tell the king the news
A thousand misty riders climb up
Higher once upon a time

Wandering and dreaming
The world had different meanings
Yes they did

For all the time spent in that view
The doll's house darkness' old perfume
And fairy- stories held me high
On clouds of sunlight floating by

Oh mother tell me more
Tell me more




Alone in the clouds all blue
Lying on an eiderdown
Yippie, you can't see me
But I can you

Lazing in the foggy dew
Sitting on a unicorn
No fear, you can't hear me
But I can you

Watching buttercups cuff the light
Slepping on a dandelion
Too much, I won't touch you
But then I might

Screaming through the scarlet sky
Travelling by telephone
Hey, ho here we go
Ever so high




Instrumental




I'm in bed, aching head
Gold is red, choke I'm red

I'm the bread, gold is red
Jesus bled, pain is red
Dark room

Oh no

Breeze is slow, you are slow
Chill grow
Feeling seems to melt the brain
Seems to cause a painful brain
Doctor kindly tell your wife
That I'm alive
Flowers thrive
Realize realize
Realize




Instrumental




I want to tell you a story
About a little man
If I can
A gnome named Crimble Cromble
And little gnomes stay in their homes
Eating sleeping drinking their wine

He wore a scarlet tunic
A blue-green hood
It looked quitle good
He had a big adventure
Amidst the grass
Fresh air at last
Winding dining biding his time

And then one day hurray
Another way for the gnomes to say hurray

Look at the sky, look at the river
Isn't it good
Look at the sky, look at the river
Isn't it good
Winding finding places to go




A movement is accomplished in six stages
And the seventh brings return
The seven is the number of the young light
If forms when darkness isn't creased by one

Change returns success
Going and coming without error
Action brings good fortune
Senset, sunrise

The time is with the month of winter solstice
When the change is due to come
Thunder in the early course of heaven
Things cannot be destroyed once and all for all




The black and green scarecrow as everyone knows
Stood with a bird on his hat and swore
Everywhere he didn't care
He stood in a field where barley grows

His head did no thinking, his arms didn't move
Except when the wind cut-a-pup and mice ran
Around and ground
He stood in a field where barley grows

The black and green scarecrow was sadder than me
But now he's resined to his fate 'cause life's not
Unkind, he doesn't mind
He stood in a field where barley grows




I've got a bike, you can ride if you like
It's got a basket, a bell that rings
And things to make it look good
I'd give it to you if I could
But I borrowed it

You're the kind of girl
That fits in with my world
I'll give you anything, everything
If you want thing

I've got a cloak, it's a bit of a joke
There's a tear up the fornt, it's red and black
I've had it for months
If you think it could look good
Then I guess it should

I know a mouse and he hasn't got a house
I don't know why I call him Gerald
He's getting rather old but he's a good mouse

I've got a clan of gingerbread men
Here a man, there a man, lots of gingerbread men
Take a couple if you wish, they're on the dish

I know a room of musical tune
Some wine, some gin, most of them are clockwork
Let's go into the other room and make them work

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