AMANITA ALICE
Everybody move round
There’s no room
One place one space
Knife fork and spoon

Glue in the hat
Made him see
The seats were filled
There was nowhere free

Child of a summer day
Child of a summer day
Child of a summer day
Child of a summer day

View from the hill
In a chessboard land
The strangest thoughts
Of a well known man

Under a tree
On sunlit grass
Mushroom questions
All were asked

A doorway opened
In the ground
Through which you went
Without a sound

Child of a summer day
Child of a summer day
Child of a summer day
Child of a summer day

Just a dream
In the afternoon
From which you’ll wake
Far too soon

Child of a summer day
Child of a summer day
Child of a summer day
Child of a summer day

Words by Peter Greatorex. Copyright (c) The Dark Brothers 2008.