Orion, won't you give me your star sign

Orion, get up on the sky-line

I'm high on my hill and I feel fine

Orion, let's sip the heaven's heady wine



Orion, light your lights:

come guard the open spaces

from the black horizon to the pillow where I lie.

Your faithful dog shines brighter than its lord and master

Your jewelled sword twinkles as the world rolls by.

So come up singing above the cloudy cover

Stare through at people who toss fitful in their sleep.

I know you're watching as the old gent by the station

scuffs his toes on old fag packets lying in the street

And silver shadows flick across the closing bistro.

Sweet waiters link their arms and patter down the street,

their words lost blowing on cold winds in darkest Chelsea.

Prime years fly fading with each young heart's beat



Orion, won't you make me a star sign

Orion, get up on the sky-line

I'm high on your love and I feel fine

Orion, let's sip the heaven's heady wine



And young girls shiver as they wait by lonely bus-stops

after sad parties: no-one to take them home

to greasy bed-sitters and make a late-night play

for lost virginity a thousand miles away.