Hatfield & The North Lobster In Cleavage Probe
And in the end, all our troubles vanish, melt away
(Play - like a gold bell in the evening wind)
And in the end, all the time we've spent we'll save...
(And in the end, after all is said and done)
Time is only dust, when it's done
We will fly... like a teatray in the sky
So don't be scared of a lobster or molluscs
(I for one am fond of molluscs)
They're all one in the end
(They're all lovely)
There will be no parting of the ways
(Counting off the days that we've wasted)
Starting off with lots of singing
Playing laughing crying flying sighing wheeling soaring
aah...
