A clear night
On a midnight street
A village up
In the district of peaks
Fresh cool air,
Silhouettes of trees
Walking nostalgia
In a breeze
Church bell chimes
I know I am home
This could be glouscester
Stroud or holme
Hands in my pockets,
Owl hoots above,
Big fat moon shines down
With love
Cosgrove hall,
I saw on the way,
Heard happy voices
With good things to say.
Finally home,
At my gate,
Up to bed
My feet do take
1 | Common Sense |
2 | Sunset Paradise |
3 | Atmosphere |
4 | Steel Work Horse |
5 | Rise Back Up |
6 | Rider On The Path |
7 | A Pitch In The System |
8 | Reel You In |
9 | Music Penetrates |
10 | A Reel Merry Christmas |