Merrie Land

If you're leaving please still say goodbye?
And if you are leaving can you leave me my silver jubilee mug?
My old flag?
My dark woods?
My sunrise?
If you're leaving can you please say goodbye?
And if you are leaving can you leave your number?
I'll pack my case
And get in the cab
And wave you goodbye
I'll drive in the early hours down to the sea
I'll stand on the beach where the storms amplify
All the voices that I care for
And the ghosts I hold sacred
In this alignment that lasts for a day
There's nothing that I can do anyway, anyway
What am I doing here?
Waiting for you?
Eh, hey
So rebuild the railways
Firm up all the roads
No one is leaving
Now this is your home
And the horses, the foxes, the sheep, and the cows
Bow down on their knees
To the fanfare of progress, it's always the same
We cheer on the clowns as they roll into town
But their faces look tired and sad to me
And carry the terrible things they've seen
All lost in a painting of a sky coloured oil
In this Merrie Land
You are my crows, my window rattlers
Perfumed valley criers
Oh the dark ponds of Merrie England
The deep space echoes
Get on your mo
What did you say? Mobility (you can fly)
Get on your mobilised hooters (to the moon)
Hooters
Mobilised Hooters
(One day)
Get hold of those mobilised hooters
They are half price
This is not rhetoric
It comes from my heart
I love this country
Daneland, I am your kin
You were the ones who work together
Put the money in the pockets
To the few and their fortunes
Who crowd the school benches
And jeer at us all 'cause they don't care about us
They're graceless and you shouldn't be with them
'Cause they are all disconnected and raised up in mansions
And two hundred plastic bags in a whale's stomach
So you turn to the trident
Are we green, are we pleasant?
We're not either of those, Father
We're a shaking wreck where nothing grows
Lost in the sky coloured oils of Merrie Land
You can fly to the moon
One day