Runrig Hearthammer
With the eyes of a child the wonder of it all. I used to search the stars at night and I felt so safe and small. Sweet sounds from a Merseytown and my nursery God. I wanted to ride with Yuri Gagarin as he circled all around my world. Lying under the covers. Radio on. Settle down with Caroline as she sailed all summer long. Sweetheart of the Rodeo. Mining Hearts of Gold. I think it was somewhere post Rubber Soul. There was the first caress. There were the Labour years. There was the man that walked the moon something I never really believed. The Di Stefano twists the Charlton goals. Now I'm still here with the eyes of a child the wonder never grows old. Hearthammer. The wonder never grows old.
