FRASER/RODGERS/KOSSOFF/KIRKE







Child you're talking of freedom

painted on your garden wall

it's not there at all

child you're talking of wisdom

you say wisdom is a golden rule

you ain't no fool

but you don't know who it is

who calls you name

in the light of the golden moon

you don't know who it is who brought you here

and chained up your heart

so soon



Child you're life is a fairytale

and it's not the same

and the clouds

you're hiding behind

in your misty mind have disappeared

like a sailor far from the shores of your dreams

and far from the love of your home

sailor lost on your own misty seas

and the chains on your heart, baby

might be my love

might be my love



It's so confusing

and you feel that you're loosing yourself

but, there over the mountain

you thought you'd never have to climb

there's a road

reaching and stretching

to the corner of your mind

like a river casts aside the dust

and grows and grows as it flows

the feeling deep inside of you

must break like a dam

so set you free

so set you free

so set you free