Words and music by Richard Homer
Am GI7 Am
The Emirates booklet, the sky / gleaming, / clear,
C GI7 G
here, there’s not much to give a / winter / cheer,
E Am
with no one, and nothing, to get / anywhere near.
Am Am Am Am Am Am Am Am E Am Am Am Am Am Am Am Am E Am
There were no tears that / came to / jeer;
the kick’s not enough to get me / into high / gear,
with no one, and nothing, to / get me into cheer.
Am GI7 Am
A usual evening / enlightened / by
Am GI7 Am
a few swigs to help / another night / fly,
G C
when I lay in the / house, a hibernating / mouse,
E with no one, and nothing, E4
Am with no one, and nothing, Am4
GI7 with no one, and nothing, GI7 4
C. with no one, and nothing, C4
E Am with no one, and nothing / going by
Am Am Am Am Am Am Am Am E Am Am Am Am Am Am Am Am E Am
Oh no, oh no, what do I / want to / appear?
The desert looks so far away, / yet so / near,
when I lay in the / house, a / hibernating / mouse,
with no one, and nothing, to / bring a tear.
A shower to make me feel / clean and / bright,
on a cold winter, lonely, / wireless / night,
with no one, and nothing, to / make things right.
On this long, long, this / long, long / night,
with little to make / things come / right,
with no one, and nothing, to get // emotion to / bite.
C high GI7h G, C high GI7 G
I want to be where / no one can / know
where the kite, the / hawk, the / rabbit go
where a rough wind in the / night might / blow
where young primrose, bluebell / flowers / grow
C high G17 C high G17
when I lay in the / house, a / hibernating / mouse
E Am
with no one, and nothing, to make me / wake up and grow
The Gwent winter stars / clear up / high,
the lights of Hereford cars / cruising / by,
when I / lay in the / house, a / hibernating / mouse,
with no one, and nothing, to a / get anywhere nigh
I think Orion’s Belt up in / the cold Gwent / air,
maybe, just maybe, the stars / might / care,
when I lay in the / house, a / hibernating / mouse,
with no one, and nothing, to bring // contentment to bear.
