baz_baziah:
I see a rainbow rising, Look there on the horizon
baz_baziah:
predict the day you wanted to get away
baz_baziah:
That's the place for us. High, lonely hills, where the wind and the sound carry
baz_baziah:
And you've just had some kind of mushroom
baz_baziah:
Do you forbid what your heart is saying to you now?
baz_baziah:
Pogles' Wood