Lyrics

[Verse 1] The boys pitched their old canvas in sun And the scattered light swam around them And they held up their chemical tin Like a small god come to surround them [Verse 2] The night grew a great white tree of stars And the teacher heard words in the darkness Found the boys laid out in the sun With a wild horse loose of its harness (This is the heaviest tree I ever carried) [Instrumental Break] [Verse 3] Closing his geography book And the paper that he finished marking Packing up his compass and his bits Because hе still couldn't stop the hills talking [Verse 4] The boys pitched thеir old canvas in sun And a scatter of light swam around them And they held up their chemical tin Like a small god come to surround them [Chorus] He followed the needle (He followed the needle) Up through Swincombe Wood (Up through Swincombe Wood) He followed the pathways (He followed the pathways) Any way he could (Any way he could) He followed the needle (He followed the needle) Up through Swincombe Wood (Up through Swincombe Wood) Followed the pathways (He followed the pathways) Any way he could (Any way he could) [Verse 5] The night grew a great white tree of stars (He followed the needle) And the teacher heard words in the darkness (Up through Swincombe Wood) Found the boys laid out in the sun (He followed the pathways) With a wild horse loose of its harness (Any way he could) [Verse 6] Closing his geography book (He followed the needle) And the paper that he finished marking (Up through Swincombe Wood) Packing up his compass and his bits (He followed the pathways) Because he still couldn't stop the hills talking (Any way he could)