From the recording Follow The Gaslight
A quiet, wintry song about hidden life beneath the surface and the smallness of human ambition.
Lyrics
I saw a little mouse
Bolting down a hole
As I went on
Trampling around
The hill I had to climb
The beauty below
A web beneath the snow
A subnivean call
And on top of it all
You
In Wellington Boots
When did I start believing
That I was heading for the top
How could I just neglect
My fear of hights?
The beauty below
A web beneath the snow
A subnivean call
And on top of it all
You
In Wellington Boots
And I’m gonna throw them away
I’m gonna throw them away
I’m gonna throw it all away
