The Queen of the Moors

Now Meg she was a gypsy maid, her house was out of doors
She stood a tall as amazon, rare she was the queen of the moors

Her apples were tart blackberries, her currants pods o'broom
Her wine was the dew of the wild
white rose, her book a churchyard tomb
Her brothers were the craggy hills, her sisters larchen trees
Alone with her great family, she did as she did please
Brave Meg she was a gypsy fair, she lived all out of doors
She wore an old red blanket cloak,
she came and she went did the queen of the moors

No breakfast has she many a morn, no dinner many a noon
Instead of supper she would stare, full hard against the moon
But every morn with woodbine fresh, she made her garlanding
And every night the dark glen yew she wove, and she would sing
Now Meg she was a gypsy maid, her house was out of doors
She stood a tall as amazon, rare she was the queen of the moors

Brave Meg she was a gypsy fair, she lived all out of doors
She wore an old red blanket cloak,
she came and she went did the queen of the moors

Meg she was a gypsy maid, her house was out of doors
She stood a tall as amazon, rare she was the queen of the moors

Meg she was a gypsy fair, she lived all out of doors
She wore an old red blanket cloak,
she came and she went did the queen of the moors
Rare she was the queen of the moors

Last Summer's Rain

Red flags, poor man's grenade
Cool blows, blue serenade – remember?
Comrades we said we'd stay – forever
We used to gad about, getting smarter
We used to wrangle with Marx and Sartre
We used to live with inflated egos
As for the state of the party – God knows?
The ghosts on your wall
They come to haunt you again
But they're hard to recall
Just like last summer's rain

Past thoughts, new memories
Loud words on summer breeze – surrender
So far from yesterday – remember
We used to live with the day glow people
We used to go and see Mott The Hoople

We used to lounge "a la continental"
And now you say I'm just #sentimental
The ghosts on your wall
They come to haunt you again
But they're hard to recall
Just like last summer's rain

The ghosts on your wall
They come to haunt you again
But they're hard to recall
Just like last summer's rain

The Measure

What you going to do when the problems mount up so high?
Parking your bags in the hallway, ready to fly?
What you going to do now your sugar fountain's run dry?
Wringing your hands and trying to work out why?
Never ever, ever fall in love, well this could be true
But you're tired of chasing rainbows, lost to heaven – who knows?
(Look for your saving grace)

The measure, slowly coming round now
The measure, they'll catch you if they can
The measure, shows you what you're worth now
The measure, the measure of a man

What your going to do when you're tired of bruising your pride?
Spin a coin, choose a black or white side?
What you going to do when they take you on that long ride?
Change your name, to save your worthless hide?
Never ever, ever even know yourself, well this could be true
You're tired of ringing numbers, all out of your tiny mind
(Fall onto your knees)

The measure, slowly coming round now
The measure, they'll catch you if they can
The measure, shows you what you're worth now
The measure, the measure of a man

Am I a lost 'cause? Am I so see through?
All for the man who lives his attitudes

The measure, slowly coming round now
The measure, they'll catch you if they can
The measure, shows you what you're worth now
The measure, the measure of a man

The measure, slowly coming round now
The measure, they'll catch you if they can
The measure, shows you what you're worth now
The measure, the measure of a man