Soria Moria
‘Soria Moria’ Lyrics
A castle shining bright,
A princess sad and fair,
My journey took me there.
I gave to her my heart,
In that place so far away,
I will return some day.
Take my dreams with me,
For there my love will be.
I held the sword my hands,
I slayed the troll with three great heads.
I’ll find the way to go.
Where the west wind blows.
To the castle.
Take your leave tonight,
If you think that hopes come true,
Sail across the ocean blue.
You’ll find there meadows wide,
And wondrous fields of green,
You may just find your dream.
Take my dreams with me,
For there my love will be.
I held the sword my hands,
I slayed the troll with six great heads.
I’ll find the way to go.
Where the west wind blows.
To the castle.
Take my dreams with me,
For there my love will be.
I held the sword my hands,
I slayed the troll with nine great heads.
I’ll find the way to go.
Where the west wind blows.
To the castle.
Mister Explorer Douglas
‘Mister Explorer Douglas’ Lyrics
Forty years on snow capped mountains,
Constant hardship, stinging rain.
….long lonely expeditions,
In this way, he spent his days.
Land of valleys, bush and rapids,
Cold untrodden mountain peaks,
….a vagabond existence,
In that Westland mountain breeze.
Swirls of pipe smoke curling skywards,
Lungs so full of alpine air,
….suppertime for buzzing vermin,
In that place he loved so dear.
Journal, sketches, watercolours,
Genius of cartography,
….all with so little help,
in that Westland mountain breeze.
Swag of food and gear and shelter,
Worldly wealth means nothing here,
….no false sophistications,
Just some books among his gear.
Batwing tent and boiling billy,
Just his dog for company,
….wet boots and deprivation,
In that Westland mountain breeze.
Mountains glow in deep red sunset,
Flames of memory flicker and fade,
….old bones bones and waning strength,
Gone were his adventuring days.
Sadness for a changing world,
Glimmering truth just he could see,
….Dear Charlie he, did pass,
Into that Westland mountain breeze.