Tumbledown Hill – 3rd April 1987

Walking down long beaten tracks
Shuffling dust rises and falls
Birds whisper amongst the bows
Relaying long and distant calls

The sun beats down on broken backs
The fury transforms to lumber and bodies relax
When evening fall the fire’s are alight
Dancing together across the night

Screams breach the stillness and silence
The performance has begun
Many miles have been travelled
And many stories are to be sung

So the voices keep all hopes burning
The dark of night is slowly turning
Everything will fall silent and still
Except the singing of the will
Come lay beside me, on top of Tumbledown Hill

Idle chatter reverberates across the crowds
Fires ebb away as breakfast is eaten
The carnival against the sky, stands defiant
The peace and goodwill cannot be beaten

Stand aside you spectres and ghost of uniform
This is a free spirit which cannot be torn
Stand aside with your guns and shields
Violence is what your profession wields

Let the children dance naked in the rain
Let them free from your hypocrisy and pain
Let the flow of freedom gain
Let the freedom flow again

So the voice keep the spirit a-kindled
Even as the numbers dwindled
Everything will be silent and still
‘cept the singing of the will
Come lay down my darling, on top of Tumbledown Hill

Convoyed – 7th February 1985

The hippies are on a convoy
Going to Stonehenge
The police aren’t very happy
They want some revenge

Herded round the country
At the taxpayer’s expense
They can only go so far
Till they face the fence

You can’t kill the spirit
It says on their van
They are going to walk
Just as far as they can

What a waste of time
It makes me very annoyed
Call it what you like
The convoy was convoyed