On Box Hill

Lyrics

Lying back in the waterless and spiky grass Looking up, how the fluffy clouds seem closer now Looking down through the tumbling grass to the line of trees All the cars on the Guildford Road are just a murmur now Footwork paths like white-washed streams run down the hill Red kite waving so frantically in the bluey sky Family with a little girl in a blowy dress She crouches down to pick a flower then dances on Ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba Ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba Ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba Ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba Right up here, I'm far away from everything Right up here, there's nothing that can touch me now The only thing that stabs my back is spiky grass The only thing that makes me fall is liberty On box hill, the world stands still On box hill, here until On box hill, the world stands still On box hill, here until