Timothy Grub - Vashti Bunyan

Maurice Snail and Timothy Grub

Swanney and Blue and Emily Grub

Decided one day to go into the wood

And build them a house and live there if they could

And they stayed there a while in the trees and the rain

Till one day two Blue Men said you’re all insane

And to please not come here again

They had a green car called, Happiness Runs

Friday comes and Happiness runs

Out of petrol and everyone gets out to push

And suddenly see through a gap in the bush

A real caravan, just like the one in their dreams

The gypsy doesn’t want it, for nowadays it seems

His home stays in one place and gleams

He told them that he had a horse down the lane

Saturday morning they went back again

He showed them a shed that was built out of tin

He opened the door and they all peered within

And there lying on straw was a horse black as night

With a star on her forehead and eyes full of light

And they all fell in love at first sight

They thought and they thought about having Black Bess

Timothy planted some mustard and cress

They lived in a cupboard and made it their home

And lay there and dreamed of the days when they’d roam

Up and down all the hills of the North countryside

With the dogs eating buttercups on the wayside

And they’d wave all the cities goodbye