Other Tyrella
Astronomy (early version)

Got no whiskey,
To keep me warm,
Just the stars high above me,

Got no evil,
That can do me harm,
And the sun won't deny me,

A diamond river,
Above my head,
In the sparkling black valley

of night time
of the night time

The curlew's calling,
On the tawny owl,
"Give up your grieving",

She sings a story,
of a silver plough,
thats forever cleaving,

A furrow,
That is sowed somehow,
With the fragments of stars

for the night time
for the night time

where the planets are blazing,
and the heavens are wide,
and morning lies waiting,
the awakening bride

of the night time
of the night time X2.

raise my hand up,
to touch the sky ,
the breeze through my fingers,

arcturus,
still riding high,
on the that is turning,

the night time
the night time