Post War-Jack Bruce/Billy Cobham/Clem Clempson/David Sancious

Nothing was good or bad enough They never had enough in stock When the feast was on the lawn The birds had picked it clean And then gone away We used to walk the nights of mystery Once we would swim the length of the sea No one was weak or strong enough They did not have the men to do the job When the snow was in the fields We kept our front eyes peeled For oranges We used to swim the days of mystery Once we would walk the length of the sea They send the people home in baskets They gave the pieces to the country They told them long stories Made the children postmen In among the chimneys Nowhere was young or gay enough They had sold out too many golden souls When the sun was in the trees The woodmen came to take Their frozen fees We used to walk the fields of mystery Once we would swim the length of the sea They drove the broken home in cages Gave all the green paint to the railways They told them long stories Made their children weddings In among the chimneys...