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