swallows wheel from sun bleached eaves trucks glow on peripheries light the lamps the empty house is falling turning corners into light turning corners into light light the lamps the empty house is falling always tonight im coming home i have no other dream mother of pearl on windowpanes the grey light of the sea always tonight im coming home the pleiades and the lyre over the cranes the harbour lanes the world will end in fire lately ive been living like im so far away like im somebody else in some other place now the year is turning and the eeriness comes to the boughs of the elms to the places i love when the wind was singing and the chalk path singing and the white horse singing and the ridgeway singing nataraja nataraja ananda tandavum i am born in the age of miracles well all that you hear is the sound of the wind the wind in the elds wake up in the night time with the silence so close hear the same loving ghost that you heard as a boy lately ive been living like im so far away like im somebody else in some other place now the year is turning and the eeriness comes to the boughs of the elms to the faces i love headlights move on tree lined roads nativity plays the dance of our days the dance of our days the dance of our days