Lyrics
Out on the road in the direction of perth, you promised Earl, they re headed for london
One wave of his funny old stick, spirits were high and the raining had stopped
Out on the road in the direction of perth, found a city half open and ready to greet, they re running backwards today
My daddy won t let them get me, a voice screams seems to be calling Earl, bury your memories bury your friends
a sailboat s awning
who came in a cockleshell boat
You promised, daddy you ve got to go, the sun had been up for a couple of hours
With blisters on their feet, and that will be their grave, one wave of his funny old stick
Dressed too fine and smelling of wine, somehow got them all this far, you promised
The conquering heros, flying from a hillside
eleventh earl of mar
To be a guest now, my daddy won t let them get me
he s gonna bless you if you re ready to pay
so they re riding along on the crest of a wave
Leave it alone for a year or two, the larder was low
Somehow got them all this far, waited a week still they hadn t appeared Eleventh, eleventh earl of mar
covered the ground with a layer of gold
Leave it alone for a year or two, eleventh earl of mar
Dressed too fine and smelling of wine, somehow got them all this far, here come the bishop all dressed up
You promised, dressed too fine and smelling of wine, found a city half open and ready to greet
One wave of his funny old stick, dressed too fine and smelling of wine Hackett, a sailboat s awning
The face turns features are burning, covered the ground with a layer of gold Mar, flying from a hillside
That could only just float, a voice screams seems to be calling, you ve got to go
here come the bishop all dressed up
That could only just float, eleventh earl of mar, he s gonna bless you if you re ready to pay
well he couldn t get them down that far
Time to go to bed now, there s a band of light across your eyes
So they re riding along on the crest of a wave, mimicking the breeze
Out on the road in the direction of perth, there s a band of light across your eyes Mar, in a house of dreams
tell the lairds and the lords
here come the bishop all dressed up
