Move him onto his side
Give him dignity, give him some warmth
Which he’d possibly not received of late
I’m not a mate as such
I just used to see him around and about
And I could never work out if he was heading
For a food bank or a pharmacy
A fieldpath or indecency
Either way, he’s out of it now

Onwards, then, to the Leasowe Light
Along Lingham Lane and out of sight
Away from the obvious and the asinine
The soundbites and the party line
Escape from Telepudlian Paul
Around about now regaling all
With his ‘Did you see the match?’
And his flat back four
He’s a Super Sunday super bore
Escapе up onto Caldy Hill
The spirit of Olaf, and if you will
Stand still, wait, sudden breeze
Clouds part, showtimе

And now I’m in Paradise
Or that’s how it seems
When Spring has sprung upon this Oblong of Dreams
Everything I want is here and everything I need is here

Inland, Thor’s Stone, Limbo Lane and into the zone
Speedwell, campion, Jack-by-the-Hedge
Orange-tipped butterflies, Bradley Dredge
I’m about a thousand miles away
From Claire Jenkins’ gin reports
And Stuart Bell and Dull Adele
And Janet from Accounts banging on about turmeric

Woodchurch, and yonder my ridge
Over the Fender and under the bridge
Estate memories all good, sunbeams on my childhood
On past where our bonfire burned
Where Robbo’s Viva overturned
Early purple orchid blooms
Releasing me from darker rooms
And as creation thus uncorks
I cross the field where she still walks

Stay, sit, this is it
And up by the school
There will be daffodils

Now Spring has sprung upon this Oblong of Dreams
Clouds part, showtime
Cowslips and celandine
Clouds part, showtime
Cowslips and celandine
Wake up, Oblong of Dreams
Wake up, Oblong of Dreams

Clouds part, showtime
Cowslips and celandine
Clouds part, showtime
Cowslips and celandine