Come, come upstairs
It’s lighter here,
Than the dark down,
Follow the scent of air,
Washed in the wind,
And you can see for miles,
The river, silvered, glowing,
Come, come upstairs,
But mind the last three steps,
They’re still growing.
Come, come upstairs
It’s lighter here,
Than the dark down,
Follow the scent of air,
Washed in the wind,
And you can see for miles,
The river, silvered, glowing,
Come, come upstairs,
But mind the last three steps,
They’re still growing.