CARAVAN
"In the Land of Grey and Pink" (1971)

GOLF GIRL
Words and Music
by Richard Sinclair

Standing on a golf course
Dressed in P.V.C.
I chanced upon a Golf Girl
Selling cups of tea
She asked me did I want one
Asked me with a grin
For twopence you can buy one
Full right to the brim

So of course I had to have one
In fact I ordered three
So I could watch the Golf Girl
Could see she fancied me
And later on the golf course
After drinking tea
It started raining golf balls
And she protected me

Her name was Pat
And we sat under a tree
She kissed me
We go for walks
In fine weather
All together
On the golf course
We talk in morse

WINTER WINE
Words and Music
by Richard Sinclair

Winter Wine
Are you always flowing, blowing in my mind
Like a stream, these magic waters move me to a dream
Of travelling with you, drifting carefree, dropping downward through fresh grasses
Bubbles merrily as it passes, never knowing where you're going
Carry me with you, carry me with you

Being conjured up in a midnight dream of ancient castles dark
As wandering minstrels play tunes of yesterday
When dragons roamed the land, knights in armour cold
Charged on horseback bold
The maids were saved, the dragons slain

Sail scene, sea green - sailing forward to a new land
Treasure waits, paradise gates, for the taking, don't start waking
All you need, but take heed, remember it pays to pay the sandman well
Make no fuss, for you must - in stardust
Keep all sorts of colours in your dreams

Bells chime three times, naked dancers enter slowly
Smoky room, scented gloom, audience eating, fat men drinking
Candles burn, a dull red light illuminates the breasts of four young girls
Dancing, prancing, provoking - see, dreams are always ending far too soon

Life's too short to be sad, wishing things you'll never have
You're better off not dreaming of the things that come
Dreams are always ending far too soon
Sounds of a distant melody - once played, lost from memory
Funny how it's clearer now, you're close to me
We'll be together all the time

Sounds of a distant melody - once played, lost from memory
Funny how it's clearer now, you're close to me
We'll be together all the time

Sail scene, sea green - sailing forward to a new land
Treasure waits, paradise gates, for the taking, don't start waking
All you need, but take heed, remember it pays to pay the sandman well
Make no fuss, for you must - in stardust
Keep a sort of colour in your dreams

LOVE TO LOVE YOU (AND TONIGHT PIGS WILL FLY)
Words and Music
by Pye Hastings

I dreamed of all the magic things there'd be
When we'd ride to a dock on bended knee
But you'd just smile and gently shake your head
And put a hole through me so I was dead
All Hell fell down and I was left alone
With a feeling of you still that was my own

Oh, I would love to, love to love you
Yes, indeed, I do love you, love you
My, my, pigs might fly, that can't be bad
How you have the cheek to smile and tell me I'm mad

A man came through the wall and stood by me
Complete with bag of nuts and fancy free
He said without a tonal fleeting glance
"I'd like to get deep down inside your pants"
How you opened up his head and smiled
And rubbish from your mouth you ticked inside

Oh, I would love to, love to love you
Yes, indeed, I do love you, love you
My, my, pigs might fly, that can't be bad
How you have the cheek to smile and tell me I'm mad

IN THE LAND OF GREY AND PINK
Words and Music
by Richard Sinclair

In the land of grey and pink where only boy-scouts stop to think
They'll be coming back again, those nasty grumbly grimblies
And they're climbing down your chimney, yes they're trying to get in
Come to take your money - isn't it a sin? They're so thin!
They've black buckets in the sky, don't leave your dad in the rain
Cigarettes burn bright tonight, they'll all get washed down the drain

So we'll sail away for just one day to the land where the punk weed grows
You won't need any money, just fingers and your toes
And when it's dark, our boat will park on a land of warm and green
Pick our fill of punk weed and smoke it till we bleed, that's all we'll need
While sailing back in morning light, we'll wash our teeth in the sea
And when the day gets really bright, we'll go to seed drinking tea

So we'll sail away for just one day to the land where the punk weed grows
You won't need any money, just fingers and your toes
And when it's dark, our boat will park on a land of warm and green
Pick our fill of punk weed and smoke it till we bleed, that's all we'll need
They've black buckets in the sky, don't leave your dad in the rain
Cigarettes burn bright tonight, they'll all get washed down the drain

NINE FEET UNDERGROUND
Words and Music
by David Sinclair

Look at the day that is dawning: what do you see with your eyes?
Think of me now while you're yawning, sunshine the tears from my cries
What I see I know is real, what I touch I know I feel
If I don't care for what you say, it won't mean much to me today

For I see your world that is living, my mind is yours, yours is mine
Don't talk to me 'bout forgiving - so much to do, no more time
All my love goes straight to you with just a thought for something new
All I have is what you feel, with hands in mouth you gently kneel

What I see I know is real, what I touch I know I feel
All my love goes straight to you, all my love is you...

- + - + - + -

There's a place where I can go, where I listen to the wind singing
Songs of happiness I know, and it brings it all back again

Somewhere deep inside of me, there's a song that I can sing
Jigsaw puzzles on a tree, and it brings it all back again

Will the day be warm and bright, or will it snow?
There are people waiting here who really want to know

And sometimes I think of wine, songs and laughter flowing free
People talking all the time, and it brings it all back to me

Will the day be warm and bright, or will it snow?
There are people waiting now who really have to know

Can't you feel it in the air? I wonder what it's meant to be
It's the thought that can't despair, and it brings it all back to me
Yes it brings it all back to me

FROZEN ROSE
Words and Music
by Richard Sinclair

A flower in a garden
A garden with no gate
Bar imprisoned by ice crystals
For summer came too late
To melt the snow
On white hedgerows

Don't let the winter hide you
Or freeze your love for me
Like frozen flowers forgotten
Left lying in the cold
Completely lost
In winter's frost

I remember still
The colour of your hair
As eyes stare
Through snow shards

I spend these lonely hours
Dreaming of your touch
I came to love so much
Its spring free frozen flowers
That warm your love for me
For winter can't last long

I tell you that I love you
But still you do not hear
Yet in my dreams I find you
But like mist you disappear
In the gloom of my room

Forgotten frozen flowers
Left lying in the cold
In winter's frost

I tell you that I love you
But still you do not hear
Yet in my dreams I find you
But like mist you disappear
In the gloom of my room

GROUP GIRL
Words and Music
by Richard Sinclair

I was on a golden golf course
Dressed in P.V.C.
I chanced to meet a Golf Girl
Selling cups of tea
She asked me did I want one
Asked me with a grin
For three pence you can have one
Full right to the brim

So of course I had to buy one
In fact I ordered three
So I could watch the Golf Girl
Could see she fancied me
And later on the golf course
After drinking tea
It started raining golf balls
But she protected me

Her name was Pat
And we sat under a tree
She kissed me
Kissed me three kisses
And this is what bliss is
She became a Mrs
We had a son named Jason
And he's only one

We go for walks
In fine weather
All together
On the golf course

Standing on a golf course
Dressed in P.V.C.
I chanced upon a Golf Girl
Selling cups of tea
She asked me did I want one
Asked me with a grin
For twopence you can buy one
Full right to the brim

So of course I had to have one
In fact I ordered three
So I could watch the Golf Girl
Could see she fancied me
And later on the golf course
After drinking tea
It started raining golf balls
And she protected me

Her name was Pat
And we sat under a tree
She kissed me

IT DOESN'T TAKE A LOT
Words and Music
by David Sinclair

Doesn't take a lot to be happy
Doesn't take a lot to be sad
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