Closed Hand, Full Of Friends

The scenery’s changing and it warms my soul

I’m 200 miles down and a long way yet to go

So get your boots on and your walking coat

And we’ll together leave our footprints out upon the virgin snow

That ancient sunrise will soon descend

And we’ll be left here pondering on the things which we can depend

So let’s start over with no means to an end

Just an open-hearted hope and a closed hand, full of friends

Yeah, well, London was alright but I was dead in the water

Couldn’t see it in its light, I couldn’t kneel in its altar

All I wanted was to tear it right down to the ground

But I’m feeling alright now, yeah, I’m feeling alright

Every morning when the coffee’s on

And I rediscover that color in your eyes, in its gold and its bronze

And in the moonlight we'll get the candles going

With the recitations of the parish poets popping on our tongues

Yeah, well, London was alright but I was dead in the water

Could see it’s light, I couldn’t kneel in its altar

All I wanted was to tear it right down to the ground

And it stank from the feet of it's culture

I'd hide away from wolves and the vultures

All they wanted was to tear me right down to the ground

Oh, I’m feeling alright, I am now, yeah, I’m feeling alright

In the recitations of the parish poets

In the buildings, in the burrows, in the Loch Tay boats

I will find my means to an end

With an open-hearted hope and a closed hand, full of friends

In the recitations of the parish poets

In the buildings, in the burrows, in the Loch Tay boats

I will find my means to an end

With an open-hearted hope and a closed hand, full of friends

In the recitations of the parish poets

In the buildings, in the burrows, in the Loch Tay boats

I will find my means to an end

With an open-hearted hope and a closed hand, full of friends

In the recitations of the parish poets

In the buildings, in the burrows, in the Loch Tay boats

I will find my means to an end

With an open-hearted hope and a closed hand, full of friends