Now its over, its over at last DG repeat
so free, so free, from the past
no more patterns of mother and father
inside my head
no more living
for someone else, instead
I’ll take the high road
drift on where I may
discover the glaciers in the springtime
and smell new mown hay
Look, look, look, for the child inside
remember when we used to sing and dance and play chorus
now he’s here again to stay (repeat)