Far far far away wayPeople heard him say sayI will find a way wayThere will come a day daySomething will be doneThen at last the mighty ship descending on a point of flameMade contact with the human race at Mildenhall Now now now is the time time timeTo be be be awareCarter's father saw it thereAnd knew the Rhull revealed to himThe living soul of Hereward the Wake Oh my, something in my eye eyeSomething in the sky skyWaiting there for meThe outer lock rolled slowly backThe servicemen were heard to sighFor there revealed in flowing robes was Lucy in the sky Oh oh did you ever?No no never ever will theyI'll say!Summoning his cosmic powerAnd glowing slightly from his toes((#Notes|1))His psychic emanations flowed

Remember a day before todayA day when you were youngFree to play along with timeEvening never comes Sing a song that can't be sungWithout the morning's kissQueen you shall be if you wishLook for your King Why can't we play today?Why can't we stay that way? Climb your favourite apple treeTry to catch the sunHide from your little brother's gunDream yourself awayWhy can't we reach the sun?Why can't we blow the years away?Blow awayBlow awayRememberRemember

Little by little the night turns aroundCounting the leaves which tremble at dawnLotuses lean on each other in yearningUnder the eaves a swallow is resting((#Notes|1))Set the controls for the heart of the sun Over the mountain watching the watcherBreaking the darkness waking the grapevineKnowledge of love is knowledge of shadowLove is the shadow that ripens the wineSet the controls for the heart of the sun The heart of the sunThe heart of the sunThe heart of the sunThe heart of the sunThe heart of the sunThe heart of the sunThe heart of the sunThe heart of the sunThe heart of the sunThe heart of the sunThe heart of the sunThe heart of the sun Witness the man who waves at the wallMaking the shape of his question to heavenWhether the sun will fall in the eveningWill he remember the lesson of giving?Set the controls for the heart of the sun The heart of the sunThe heart of the sunThe heart of the sunThe heart of the sunThe heart of the sunThe heart of the sunThe heart of the sunThe heart of the sunThe heart of the sunThe heart of the sunThe heart of the sunThe heart of the sunThe heart of the sunThe heart of the sun

Corporal Clegg had a wooden legHe won it in the warIn nineteen forty four Corporal Clegg had a medal tooIn orange, red and blueHe found it in the zoo Dear oh dear, oh are they really sad for me?Dear oh dear, oh will they really laugh at me? Missus Clegg, you must be proud of himMissus Clegg, another drop of gin?Corporal Clegg, umbrella in the rainHe's never been the sameNo one is to blame Corporal Clegg received his medal in a dreamFrom her Majesty, the QueenHis boots were very cleanMissus Clegg, you must be proud of himMissus Clegg, another drop of gin? Corporal CleggCorporal CleggCorporal CleggCorporal Clegg(Johnny)Corporal Clegg(Johnny is on guard)Corporal Clegg(All right, men - in you go)Corporal Clegg(Left, right, left, right)Corporal Clegg(I'm right behind you)Corporal Clegg(What are you speaking of? About that leg of yours...)Corporal Clegg(You'll excuse me, from now on, what of it?)Corporal Clegg(Ha! We got him)Corporal Clegg(Johnny Clegg's dead)Corporal CleggCorporal Clegg

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It's awfully considerate of you to think of me hereAnd I'm most obliged to you for making it clear that I'm not hereAnd I never knew the moon could be so bigAnd I never knew the moon could be so blueAnd I'm grateful that you threw away my old shoesAnd brought me here instead dressed in red And I'm wondering who could be writing this songI don't care if the sun don't shineAnd I don't care if nothing is mineAnd I don't care if I'm nervous with youI'll do my loving in the winter And the sea isn't greenAnd I love the QueenAnd what exactly is a dream?And what exactly is a joke?

Marigolds are very much in loveBut he doesn't mindPicking up sisterHe makes his way in to the see-saw landAll the way up she smilesShe goes up while he goes down, down Sits on a stick in the riverLaughter in his sleepSister's throwing stones hoping for a hitHe doesn't know, so thenShe goes up while he goes down, down Another time, another dayA brother's way to leaveAnother time, another day, day, day, day She's selling plastic flowers on a Sunday afternoonPicking up weedsShe hasn't got time to careAll can see he's not thereShe grows up for another man, and he's down Another time, another dayA brother's way to leaveAnother time, another day, day, day, day Another time, another dayA brother's way to leave