Cooksonia

Lyrics for Cooksonia

I've given the better part of my days To the consideration of small things Gingerly went unpicking the seams Of a long dried-up stream (ya-ho, ya-ho, ya-ho) Dwelling at length inside the mad waltz Of spores on a gust of the mind's hair And when I dream I really go To that ocean of stone (ya-ho, ya-ho, ya-ho) In the shadowed shallows our spirit wells Move closer, move closer On the radio I hear the blue hills Move closer, here and there When I was young, the better part of my days Were spent to the nursing of my mum I found my pleasure whenever I could In tennis and piano (ya-ho, ya-ho, ya-ho) And though we were half-broke I managed to go To study at the University of Melbourne Melbourne In the shadowed shallows our spirit wells Move closer, move closer On the radio I hear the blue hills Move closer, here and there A week at sea, the better part of my days Holed up in the cabin lost in boundless study I'm on my way to the UK With Ethel McLennan (ya-ho, ya-ho, ya-ho) Unfortunately the fungal cultures we brought with us Have started to degrade There are no birds No bushes or trees No beasts nor people Only this single stem