Stags Bellow Songtext

von Martha Tilston

Where are you?
Where are you?
Who shares the frying pan with you
I move forward, these days forward
Did you stay, did security kick in?

Stags bellow in the Royal Park
I watch them throw their heads back
All hiding in the autumn mist
Oh lord I love this time of year
I love this time of year

So where are you
And who are you
Are you big waves, big sea, Atlantic blue
I kept moving, little nomad
Do you remember how that gypsy soul was you?

Stags bellow in the Royal Park
I watch them throw their heads back
All hiding in the autumn mist
Oh lord I love this time of year
I love this time of year

It takes me back to a time when you would come around
And throw your arms over my shoulders and dance me 'round
We'd sparkle and spiral right into and through each other
And then back to the ground
And all of my riches I would give
All of my poetry, all my songs I'm yet to sing
And all my words, all my secrets, all my riches
Everything I have just to feel that love like that
Could come around again
Gonna come around again
It'll come around again
It could come around again
Can you come around again
Will you come around again
Will you come around again