Greenhouse lyrics

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 be picked and none to be seen;
Standing by 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 sinks the galleons with the 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 snow men, 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