Lyrics: Postcards EP
Dove
The sun goes in
A million shadows fade away
light goes out
It could be any time of day
But it’s easy to forget
That the light won’t shine just yet
Take another weary mile
Meet another
And then smile
Now dream the dreams that you don’t dream about
Because it’s a hard to be
It’s hard to be yourself
When others see you
In the light of me
The cuckoo calls
About the other birds that flew
You hear her song
But she can’t tell you what to do
So dream the dream that you don’t dream about
Because it’s hard to be
It’s hard to be yourself
When others see you
In the light of me
One day you’ll be daring the clouds
One day in the wind’s ear
One day with the olive branch
You make it all so near
One day a shadow on land
One day over the blue
One day the light in our eyes
You make it all come true
The cold wind pales on the garden wall
Honey suckle smothers toil
Taste the worm that’s in the soil
Someone has been waiting there
They thought that you were heaven sent
A dove unleashed
The branch is bent
Leads you down to the undergrowth
No time to give your future rest
The cuckoo’s chick has left the nest
It’s flying
It’s flying
What if the sky should fall and I should find myself in heaven
It’s hard to be yourself
When others see you
In the light of me
In the light of me
Camberwell Beauty
Great cause for celebration
All the green is turning black
Sacrifice on sacrifice
Will keep it coming back
Clever words with monkey meaning
Tend to cloud the facts
It all gets a little hazy
Further down the tracks
There is a change that’s coming
Everybody knows that
The planet is not your play pen
And the Camberwell Beauty came back
You can choose from a million visions
You can choose an axe
Outside the wind is building
You know you can relax
You have got a million masks
You don’t know your own face
Black is black and grey is yellow in a cold and empty space
Space is intoxicating
Everybody knows that
The world can turn on a smile
And the Camberwell Beauty came back
Postcards
It seems only yesterday
You went away
You said the clouds had come to stay
So you were leaving
Be back in May
There’d be no time
To write a letter
When travelling
A note is better
So you’d send a postcard
From Spain
You sent one last February
It pictures a cornfield laced with a path of poppies
Dondiesta mi te soro
Dondiesta
Mi te so
Mi te soro
It seems only yesterday
I made a play
To leave you if you went away
Tired of your postcard
From Spain
It’s turned at the corners
And faded, faded like last summers sun
Faded like last summers sun
Dondiesta mi te soro
Dondiesta
Mi te so
Mi te soro
As the poppies to the corn
Choose me and then use me choose me and then use me choose me and then use me
Poppies to the corn
Dondiesta mi te soro
Dondiesta
Mi te so
Mi te soro
Words
You’re as deep as dreams
Tough as oak
Precious as gold
As old as stone
Sweet as birdsong
And the Burnet rose
And in the heat
Midsummer is born
So strange and sweet
Equally the dearest face
You’re as keen as ice
Smart as heroes
Softer than the fleece
As strong as steel
Light as air that lifts the feather dome
And in the cold
Midwinter is born
So stark and fierce
Equally the strongest touch
In the cool clear light of the morning
When the words of the poets fly free
Oh of all the lips to choose from
Oh sweet words choose me
In the dim glow of the evening
When the sun falls into the sea
When the stars look for their opening
Oh sweet words choose me
Sweet as birdsong
and the Burnet rose
Catch the Moon 