Move On - Karen Matheson

Imagine a place where you don’t need a name

And you don’t need a license to open your mind

Well, it’s a traveling circus of jokers and clowns

A movie picture that’s one of its kind

And this place is the only place

Where even the clergy dance in the rain

And I know if I was stronger

I’d change my ways and join the parade with you

From the backstreets of this island

Move on, move on

To the walkways of the mainland

Move on

Dirty face and oily hands

But a dament of life so clean and so pure

And in a perfect world the rights of man

Could never betray the rights of the land

And this way is the only way

The pilgrims walk a trail of song

And I know if you were stronger

You’d change your ways, you’d join the parade with me

From the backstreets of this island

Move on, move on

To the walkways of the mainland

Move on

Deeper and deeper, my blood runs deeper

Under the skies of time

Higher and higher, my soul leaps higher

Over the clay and lime

Deeper and deeper, my blood runs deeper

Under the skies of time

Higher and higher, my soul leaps higher

Over the clay and lime

From the backstreets of this island

Move on, move on

To the walkways of the mainland

Move on

From the backstreets of this island

Move on, move on

To the walkways of the mainland

Move on