Something's On The Move Lyrics

  She wore a black tiara
    rare gems upon her fingers
    and she came from distant waters
    where Northern Lights explode
    to celebrate the dawning
    of the new wastes of winter
    gathering royal momentum,
    on the icy road.
  With chill mists swirling
    like petticoats in motion
    sighted on horizons
    for ten thousand years
    the lady of the ice sounds
    a deathly distant rumble
    to Titanic-breaking children lost
    in melting crystal tears.
  Capturing black pieces
    in a glass-fronted museum
    the white queen rolls
    on the chessboard of the dawn
    squeezing through the valleys
    pausing briefly in the corries
    the Ice-Mother mates
    and a new age is born.
  Driving all before her
    un-stoppable, un-straining
    her cold creaking mass
    follows reindeer down.
  Thin spreading fingers seek
    to embrace the sill-warm bundles
    that huddle on the doorsteps
    of a white London town.
  Oh, sunshine - take me now away from here
  I'm a needle on a spiral in a groove
  And the turntable spins
    as the last waltz begins
  And the weather-man says
    something's on the move.