I saw three ships 'a-sailing in, from acrross the sea. Stragners ne're were welcome but for curiosity. But come they did and when they did, ready they did stand. And things would never be the same in our villiage on the sand.

Paint me a picture and hang it on the wall. Colour it darkly the lines will start to crawl.

Raise your hands and your glasses too. We will dance the whole night through. we're going back to a time we knew, under a violet moon.

I've been jabbed