Greenhouse

Hear a West Wind calling

I hear it calling my name

Snow on Greenland falling

The ice is melting away

Sitting in a greenhouse painted green

None to picked and none to be seen：

Standing in a harbour soaking rain

Why must the sky bring rain back again

Wake an angel talking

She's asking"black white or nun"

Drake from Plymouth streaking

He skinks the galleons with his guns

Climbing up a creeper chasing flies

Unzip their wings and look in their eyes：

Standing on a steeple stitching time

Time to be saved and time to be nine

Footsteps in a blizzard point the way to go

Heads of marble snowmen

Miles and miles from home

Sleeping on an Interstellar Plane

Sitting in a greenhouse painted green

None to be picked and none to be seen

Sleeping on an Interstellar Plane

Will we return to find it again