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(Words and Music : Alf Davies)
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Thigh-deep, sticky mud Leeches, specks of blood Pleasure, could it be this? Mossies, loving kiss Where are we going now Did I hear you say, we're going down? To paradise, under the tall trees Under the tall trees Wire grass, rotting logs Contours, lead to bogs Blind bluff, tricky ridge More mud, swordgrass thick Where are we going now Did I hear you say, we're going down? To paradise, under the tall trees Under the tall trees Nettled, scratched and wrapped Swamp-gums, a gully trap? The wall parts, alluring gap Tall Beech, on no map Where leads this easy way Did I catch a glimpse of a Mountain Grey? And an Ash in light, such a tall tree This is paradise, under the tall trees Paradise, under the tall trees Paradise, under the tall trees Paradise, under the tall trees Paradise, under the tall trees |