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At the bottom of our garden blackbird broke in brush
Tuning up their winter flute in morning hush
In this brash and noisy age how sweet to hear again
Birdsong through the silver mist of morning winter rain
It's a magic in their song, they're singing Canterbury
In the Land of Grey and Pink where they all like to be
Little town with little streams where you can quietly stray
Through little churches where you feel that God can hear you praying
But so much for history
Time to make a new home by the sea

There's a lot of funny people dropping 'round by here
They've been eating all my food and drinking half my beer
All day long I try to keep it bright
But what with all these funny worries
I am sleepless, restless through the night
There's a lot of other countries that I'd like to see
From Japan to Spain or Holland, maybe Germany
Goodbye England, got to get away from gray skies
Time to travel southward like the wild songbirds before us
And we'll send our greetings home to you
From a paradise house warm and blue

H-E-A-T-H-E-R's my song for you
We'll take the little things we love and move to shores anew
You'll make pots and I'll sing songs
Up on that hill that overlooks the bay
With turquoise sea and clear blue skies
In happy days we'll spend our whole lives through
In a place of our own just me and you

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from Caravan of Dreams, released December 15, 1991

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Richard Sinclair Martina Franca, Italy

The leading voice of the Canterbury Scene. Beginning with the Wilde Flowers, on to Caravan, Hatfield & the North, Camel and all his recent group efforts, Richard Sinclair's singing and bass playing have been a constant source of delight for lovers of Canterbury music. A deep, low voice, a talent for memorable melodies few can match, plus an imaginative and fluid technique on the bass and guitar. ... more

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