Rolling Moon Lyrics - The Bbc Sessions - Chills

We wander lost forgotten hills 

Blue sky, green grass, we are still 

The mists enfold us gently smelling 

Breeze in our ears softly telling 

Of the days of light and laughter long ago 

They trace us, taste us, touch our hair 

Show us a castle and show us to their lair - to their lair 

And the rolling moon rocks on by 

We dance until we start to cry 

We've got feverish sweat and aching bones 

But please oh God, don't take us home. 

It's pretty cool but we can't rest 

The purple sun sets in the west 

We prance on gold - red summer lawns 

Dragons-blood evening, the buzz of swarms 

Of lawnmowers mowing summer lawns away, far away, 

I realise we really are quite far away, far away, 

Far away, far away 

And the rolling moon rocks on by 

We dance until we start to cry 

We've got feverish sweat and aching bones 

But please oh God, don't take us home 

Please oh God, don't take us home 

Please oh God, don't take us home.