Cockermouth

You take the high I'll take the low

Off through the gorse and brambles

Far off the road and far from home

I ramble

A hornets' nest lies on the track

Its half formed larvae scattered

A workers cottage broken down

And left in shambles

Leave the path strike out alone

Up on the ridge I ramble

Back to the wind face wet with rain

Above the fields of cattle

High in the ferns I find a scull

I see the flashing shadows

Jet fighters swooping loud and low

Rehearse for Armageddon

You don't have to believe in the end

You have to believe this is the end

Over the hills and far away

All through the day I ramble

I rock 'n' roll in standing stones

With Brian Jones I ramble

You don't have to believe in the end

You have to believe this is the end

Strike out alone -- I ramble

I lose my way -- I ramble

I lose my clothes -- I ramble

On to the end -- I ramble

Back in time -- I ramble

All left behind -- I ramble

H. D. Thoreau -- I ramble

Nowhere to go -- I ramble