Dream, spiralling up from the ground
Fog, covering all your surround
Squirrel grey is the colour of you
But inside green and ebony hue
Down in the darkness is a world unknown
Drawn in life, your roots do roam
Two centuries old, I'd hazard a guess
That's your secret and I'll let it rest
Lingering on to the life that's near gone hanging on to a dream
Your work's been done you had your fun now leave
Yonder over hill there's a stream or brook
Lies the white house, I request it was took
Sparrows fly on to the ground
In this place that's safe and sound
Lingering on to the life that's near gone hanging on to a dream
Your work's been done you had your fun now leave