Being Cold
Jill Bryson / Rose McDowall
While we were laughing
We passed from one land to the next
Just as I was thinking
This land goes on forever
Look out of your window
You said as we moved on
From highland to flatland
On the journey from home
Hours and hours later
We stop to let some travellers on
You mention the distance we've come
And then drift off again
Look out of your window
You said as we moved on
From highland to flatland
On the journey from home