King for a day

 What if we were kings just for a day

24 hours on a king's pay

They'd do anything, anything that we say

If we were kings, just for a day

just for a day

Be sure

 There're tears in your eyes

But don't ask why

When you're so sure of it

That you could fly

When you're falling down

Think you'll die

When you find your wings

And you can fly

Well you just better be sure

Before you cut the cord

that you don't want to speak anymore

When you're falling down like you fell before

When you're falling down like you fell before

But you cut the cord

You cut the cord

Snow drops grow in the foot prints of the saints

The pure white snow there's no darkness to taint it

And I would paint your picture, like you paint your toes

Oh you better be sure before you let go

Oh the snow came down, like it did before

And the paint dripped on the floor

Beauty skips away on the land

The beauty skips again with the springtime skin

And the lambkins sip down at the ford

And you better be quick when you cut the cord

It's all going now, it's all going

You can start your life again,

Start your life again

While it's snowing

Yes while it's snowing

And the wind is blowing

And the Rams are ramming

The Ewes are lambing

Spring is growing, and you must be going

You better be sure, before you cut the cord

That you don't need me no more

You don't need me no more

You better be sure

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