Don't pull the wool over your own eyes, it's all unnatural

 Who are those cows in the shed,

 Little calves lying on the ground, 

tags in their ears

Mothers looking down

Begging

Shouldn't they be in a field?

Shouldn't they not be carolled

But we all like to drink our tea

With milk

Therefore here's a dairy herd

Who are those sheep in the field?

Can you imagine them long ago

Roaming around by themselves

No particular place to go

Ewes separated from their babies

Sadly bleating on

But we all like a lamb chop

Or a leg of mutton

Even more we are keen on a woolen jumper

To keep warm in

You can't say that these are natural

Man's dominion of nature

But we do what we can and we must to survive

Except now that threatens the planet

Rose Dawn

 On the Rose dawn

Was when Christ was born

And Joy spread through the world

From the desert sands of Jerusalem

To the oceans beds of old Siam

Word was spread, yes word was spread

Jesus Christ was born 

The birth of the great I am

In the rose dawn I saw the light

Like a flock of birds risen in flight

And shoulders of lamb tender to the bite

Born was Christ Jesus and the great I am

Following the flock and flecking the fight

Little blood spots trail along corridors of might

And he carries the cross and he bears a shroud of white

Holiest of spirits come in deepest night

Yellow sun

 I felt a new sun rising

And I knew it was so clear

Yes I saw on the horizon

That you answered not to fear

And you stood up to your enemies

And you went forth with love

And you knew just where the anemones

 would grow down in the cove

And you fought for your love

You fought to live your life

And you never once did stumble

Nor did suffer kinds of strife

Yes you went onto the future

and you went on with bold heart

And you never stopped believing

Right from the very start

Yes you came onto the ocean

And you set sail out to sea

And filled your heart's devotion

With the hope of liberty

You met all those who would be

Who would be friends to you

And the yellow sun so lovely

In the circles that they sew

Come be a new horizon

And be then under the Lord

And shine on out your rising, sun

And shine on out your sword

And you can see on out the ocean

That the fish are clapping their hands

And they know that this emotion

Is a real thing for a real man

And they know that this is holy

And they know that this right

And they know that you will be there

From morning right through to night.

dark gains

 We don't realize we have have fallen

And raised the demon of War

Through worshipping the money God

Our own souls have become poor

And in each untidy corner, forgotten

And left sore

A little bit of darkness grows

And creeps under the door

Ill-gotten gains and more

Ill-gotten gains

What blood money

Can put our dignity to shame

For out the other side of happenstance

The colours soon will drain

Showering on the heads of ambition

Ill-gotten gains.

Spit

 Cuckoo, cuckoo

He says spring has sprung

Cuckoo, cook who?

Who has rung?

Cuckoo spit over

A pint over

A pint?

No bird could

What are you talking about?

The places that I want to be

 Lights on the river

And boats on the sea

These are places that I want to be

Stand and deliver

What you mean to be

Come back and haunt me

Notes that don't waver

Trust's constancy

These are the spaces where I want to be

Sing me a quaver

I'll sing in your key

Then together we'll savour

Life's urgency

She's gone again

 She came

and now she's gone again

A long walk

In the blistering rain

A short leap

Does a leaf feel pain?

When it falls 

From its stem

But she's gone again

I used to look in the mirror

Of the sea

And sometimes I'd see

A mermaid staring back at me

But she came on the tide

And she left in the rain

It's been a good ride

But now she's gone again

My heart is a tanker

A floating on the ocean

And I don't know if I should

Thank her

For showing me such emotion

But I must pull into a dock 

To repair my hull and frame

I loved her when she came

But now she's gone again

I sat in the yard thinking so hard

My time had come and gone

Like a passing swan on a lake

And if I thought I'd done something wrong

Made some kind of mistake

Well I'd write her a song

From my prison

But the walls are too high to hear

Someone singing inside

And even if I hadn't cried

She'd have known I'd lied

Still I break the rocks until I'm freed

From these chains

I loved it when she came

But now she's gone again