Stags Bellow - Martha Tilston

Where are you?

Where are you?

Who shares the frying pan with you

I move forward, these days forward

Did you stay, did security kick in?

Stags bellow in the Royal Park

I watch them throw their heads back

All hiding in the autumn mist

Oh lord I love this time of year

I love this time of year

So where are you

And who are you

Are you big waves, big sea, Atlantic blue

I kept moving, little nomad

Do you remember how that gypsy soul was you?

Stags bellow in the Royal Park

I watch them throw their heads back

All hiding in the autumn mist

Oh lord I love this time of year

I love this time of year

It takes me back to a time when you would come around

And throw your arms over my shoulders and dance me 'round

We’d sparkle and spiral right into and through each other

And then back to the ground

And all of my riches I would give

All of my poetry, all my songs I’m yet to sing

And all my words, all my secrets, all my riches

Everything I have just to feel that love like that

Could come around again

Gonna come around again

It’ll come around again

It could come around again

Can you come around again

Will you come around again

Will you come around again