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