RED KITE

Falling out of a tree
Tripping over a fence
I walk accross the pasture
As I try to make sense
Tell me where I'm going
Tell me where I am
This place is gives me focus
I try to understand

I can feel a red kite calling me now
I can feel a red kite calling me now

Going back in time
When peasants toiled the land
An ox would plough the soil
A farmer would sow by hand
Banished from the forest
Ruled by royal command
Back in the day when Sherwood joined with Rockingham

I can hear a red kite calling me now
I can hear a red kite calling me now
I can hear a red kite calling me now
I can hear a red kite calling me now