Lying back in the waterless
And spiky grass
Looking up at the fluffy
Clouds seem closer now
Looking down through
The tumbling grass to the line of trees
All the cars on the Gulldford Road
Are just a murmur now
Foot-worn paths like white-washed
Dreams run down the hill
Red kite waving so frantically
In the bluey sky
Family with a little girl in a blowy dress
She crouches down to pick
A flower then dances on
Bah bah
Bah bah
Right up here
I'm far away from everything
Right up here there's nothing
That can touch me now
The only thing
That stabs my back is spiky grass
The only thing
That makes me fall is liberty
Bah bah
Bah bah
Here until
