Something's On The Move

Intro:   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.   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.         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. 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.         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.         She wore a black tiara   are 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.        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.