To swim in hay to find your way
C true mainstay of yesterday
Erupting feet on top of head
In dank black corners of the shed
Then ran on green after the ball
Until our angel sang her call
Chips chocolate and sausages
The tippy top ofallages
To swim in hay
To find your way
The darker it gets
The closer to it
Mystic thickets rolling lanes
Heavy heads of song not rain
C clan to stand the test of age
The Walls upholding center stage
Viking poets forged in steel
Hearts unbroken by the wheel
More tender still than clouds of bliss
On heaven's floor in lands like this
To swim in hay
To find your way
The darker it gets
The closer to it