cut the cord

 You better be sure before you cut the cord

You better be sure before you cut the cord

You better be sure before you walk the boards

Before you jump from the plane

Before you go out into the rain

You better be sure before you cut the cord

Spring time is come

But it's not for real

The fingers of winter

They still can feel

The holes of the sky

Where your soul falls through

the rain comes down

And you turn blue

Oh you better be sure before you cut the cord

You better be sure

Before you close the door

You're falling down

Like you fell before

Falling down through the trap door

I look for you

In the empty house

I chase around the lion or mouse

And knew before you closed the door

That you better be sure before you cut the cord

Before you cut the cord, before you cut the cord

you cut the cord

Seeing dragons

 Well if you draw open your curtains

Will you see into the light?

And let all those mythical dragons

Go flying off into the night

And I hope you won't shed a tear

When you see those dragons fly

Each time they come by the same time of year

No don't regret we said goodbye

The carnival fills the streets

The flashing fireworks and white teeth

The river of time winds by

Like a thread that spools out beneath

A kite that you let fly

Don't regret the time we had together

Every balloon must soon lose its tether

Why does the child ask the parent

Will you ever die?

Why do they ever promise to stay alive forever?

Only in childish dreams

Can these things seem

Real

So when you let me go, don't cry

3rd March dream

 I had a dream, I walked down

To the end of England

Down near Cornwall

There was a bench on the cliff and

A man sleeping there

Then I went down to the mines

A lazy ineffectual man was shovelling

coal into bags from a heap

On a trailer bed

I started to join in

I was stronger than him

He gave up

That is all I can remember 

Of that dream

The Chapel on Frith street

 They built the Church on the land

Near the river

Frith field

Where the frith are thrifty

And the lost souls who ended up in

Prison

Were down in the gulley

Where the river ran

Just as in Purgatory

Caught between the river of hell

And the meadows of heaven

And they tried to pull them up hill

They tried with all their might

That hallowed ground

Steady as a rock

On the back of solid lime stone

Somewhere beneath

The courses of trickles of water

In rocks

That have not moved for a thousand million years

And if that is strength

Then it is strength from Earth not Heaven

Where are the Vespers in the Vapours?

The Compline in the afternoons?

Just hard facts

Give me hard facts to rest my peace of mind on

The jig

 What's yours is mine,

What's mine is his

Here's a brolly

There's a brolly

Here's a bonnie dancer

Here's a pig, there's a jig

And here's a bonnie answer

What's yours is mine,

What's mine is his

Here's a bonnie answer

Here's a boa constrictor

Swallowed a brolly

Swallowed an accordion

Playing as he hisses

Here's a brolly, there's a brolly

Here's a bonnie answer

What the boa constrictor did

Was swallow a pig who danced a jig

There's a bellow blowing answer

What's yours is mine

What's mine is his

What's his soon will be a dancer

Cold winds of March

 Cold winds in March, you know how I feel

Cold winds in March, nothing seems real

Leaves on the trees all blown away

Catkins are growing but there are no buds of May

Snow drops on the ground yes they are real

But the branches I found, their bark does peel

All winter I know, feels like snow

Cold winds in March continue to blow

Dead leaves on the ground, this is all I've found

Cold winds in March blow all around,

Lean on the arch, look into the garden

See how your garden grows

Frost flowers harden, leaves covered in snow

Where did our love, where did our love go?

Lost in the Marsh, where the cold winds blow

The cold winds of March that we all know

Cold winds of March are filling the tower

Where the seamstress sits sews hour onto hour

Losing the thread, somehow she still sews

Those cold winds of March that we must all know

Animal farm

 What if the Russians controlled Divina McColl?

I don't give a monkeys

I've got a ladder in my giraffe

There's a snake down my trousers

And ants in my pants

I'm an eager beaver

I've got a dolphin's glance

I'm missing my penguin

I need an eagle's eye

There are eleven elephants who've forgotten how to die

And a parrot named dignity

Who can't stop talking lies