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


  • Golf Girl (R.Sinclair)
  • Winter Wine (R.Sinclair)
  • Nine Feet Underground (D.Sinclair)
  • Frozen Rose (R.Sinclair)
  • Group Girl (R.Sinclair)
  • It Doesn't Take A Lot (D.Sinclair)

  • 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

    Be conjured up in a midnight dream, 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 a sort of colour 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 - 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 to 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


    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
    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
    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 snows
    On white hedgerows

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

    I remember still
    The colour of your hair
    As I 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
    And in my dreams I find you
    But like mist you disappear
    In the gloom of my room

    Forgotten frozen flowers
    Left flying 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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