(LordBlackmoreEvans)

Mama plays a queen on the hill built on a dream

While the children play in the field

Papa smokes the pipe of a sweet and better life

But how strong is the shield?

Can peace be found on the carpet above ground

Where sky is forever blue



So let it pass baby now, the slow and riding cloud

Which may take me from you



Many things a man can lose

His self, his rights, his views

But never his heart or his love

So take this hand of mine and climb baby, climb

To the hill up above



Now you can play a queen on the hill built on a dream

While our children play in the field

I can smoke the pipe of a sweet and better life

And trust in the strength of the shield



So trust in you love, and Lucy of above

And let light pass like a wheel

Don't take the chance of life's hectic dance

Kiss the strength of the shield



The seeker will be found by the looker on the ground

And to his wish he will yield



Fate will have it's word, of course [think this line is wrong...]

And time will change its course

And hold the strength of the shield