Merrie Land

If you're leaving please still say goodbye

And if you are leaving can you leave me

My silver jubilee mug

My old flag

My dark woods

My sunrise

If you’re leaving can you please say goodbye

And if you are leaving can you leave your number

I'll pack my case

And get in a cab

And wave you goodbye

I'll drive in the early hours down to the sea

I’ll stand on the beach where the storms amplify

All the voices that I care for

And the ghosts I hold sacred

In this alignment that lasts for a day

There's nothing that I can do anyway, anyway

What am I doing here?

Waiting for you?

Hey

So rebuild the railways

Firm up all the roads

No one is leaving

Now this is your home

The horses, the foxes, the sheep, and the cows

Bow down on their knees

To the fanfare of progress, it's always the same

We cheer on the clowns as they roll into town

But their faces look tired and sad to me

And carry the terrible things they've seen

All lost in a painting of a sky coloured oil

In this Merrie Land

You are my crows, my window rattlers

Perfumed valley criers

Oh the dark ponds of Merrie England

The deep space echoes

Get on your mo

What did you say? Mobility (you can fly)

Get on your mobilised hooters (to the moon)

Hooters

Mobilised Hooters

(One day)

Get hold of those mobilised hooters

They are half price

This is not rhetoric

It comes from my heart

I love this country

Daneland, I am your kin

You were the ones who work together

Put the money in the pockets

Of the few and their fortunes

Who crowd the school benches

And jeer at us all because they don't care about us

They are graceless and you shouldn't be with them

Because they are all disconnected and raised up in mansions

And two hundred plastic bags in a whale's stomach

So you turn to the trident

Are we green are we pleasant?

We are not either of those Father

We are a shaking wreck where nothing grows

Lost in the sky coloured oils of Merrie Land

You can fly to the moon

One day