Orion

Orion won’t you give me your star sign           Orion get up on the sky-line         I’m high on my hill and I feel fine   Orion let’s sip the heaven’s heady wine     Orion light your lights:come guard the open spaces     from the black horizon to the pillow where I lie.   Your faithful dog shines brighter than its lord and master   Your jewelled sword twinkles as the world rolls by.   So come up singing above the cloudy cover   Stare through at people who toss fitful in their sleep.   I know you’re watching as the old gent by the station     scuffs his toes on old fag packets lying in the street   Orion won’t you give me your star sign      Orion get up on the sky-line         I’m high on my hill and I feel fine   Orion let’s sip the heaven’s heady wine   Rest the same   And silver shadows flick across the closing bistro.   Sweet waiters link their arms and patter down the street   their words lost blowing on cold winds in darkest Chelsea.   Prime years fly fading with each young heart’s beat   Orion won’t you make me a star sign                Orion get up on the sky-line                     I’m high on your love and I feel fine                 Orion let’s sip the heaven’s heady wine          And young girls shiver as they wait by lonely bus-stops   after sad parties: no-one to take them home       to greasy bed-sitters and make a late-night play    for lost virginity a thousand miles away.