The cloud of eiderdown draws around me
softening the sound
sleepy time when I lie with my love by my side
and she's breathing low, and the candle dies.

When night comes down you lock the door
the book falls to the floor
as darkness falls and waves roll by
the seasons changed, the wind is warm.

Now wakes the owl, now sleeps the swan
behold the dream, the dream is gone
green fields, a cold rain
is falling in a golden dawn.

And deep beneath the ground the early morning sounds
and I go down
sleepy time when I lie with my love by my side
and she's breathing low and I rise like a bird
in the haze when the first rays touch the sky
and the night winds die.

You say the hill's to steep to climb, climbing
you say you'd like to see me try, climbing
you pick the place and I'll choose the time
and I'll climb the hill in my own way
just wait a while for the right day
and as I rise above the tree-line and the clouds
I look down, hearing the sounds of the things you've said today.

Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd, smiling
merciless the magistrate turns round, frowning
and who's the fool who wears the crown
go down in your own way
and every day is the right day
and as you rise above the fear-lines in his crown
you look down, hearing the sound of the faces in the crowd.

You never walk alone, you never walk alone
walk on, walk on with hope in your heart
and you never walk alone, you never walk alone.
 

As I reach for a peach, slide a line down behind, a sofa in San Tropez
breaking a stick with a brick on the sand
riding a wave in the wake of an old sedan
sleeping alone in the drone of the darkness
scratched by the sand that fell from my love
keeping my dreams and I still hear her calling
if you're alone, I'll come home.

Backward and homebound, a pigeon, a dove
gone with the wind, the rain on a aeroplane
owning a home with no silver spoon
I'm drinking champagne like a good tycoon
sooner than wait for a break in the weather
I'll gather my far-flung thoughts together
speeding away on the wind to a new day
if you're alone, I'll come home.

And I pause for a while by a country style
and listen to the things they say
digging the gold in a hole in my hand
hoping the good, take a look at the way things end
and you're leading me down to a place by the sea
I hear your soft voice calling to me
making a date for Rita Pavone.
 

Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
The echo of a distant time
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine.

And no-one showed us to the land
And no-one knows the where or whys
But something stirs and something tries
And starts to climb towards the light.

Strangers passing in the street
By chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand the best I can.

And no-one calls us to move on
And no-one forces down our eyes
And no-one speaks and no-one tries
And no-one flies around the sun.

Cloudless everyday you fall upon my waking eyes
Inviting and inciting me to rise
And through the window in the wall
Come streaming in on sunlight wings
A million bright ambassadors of morning.

And no-one sings me lullabies
And no-one makes me close my eyes
And so I throw the windows wide
And call to you across the sky.