walking back home

the stars and satellites

are quiet over the hills tonight

and the cats' eyes and white lines

are heading out for miles

the frost on the embankment

keeps my feet on the road

but the tunes and beers

are walking us back home

and we stopped any travellers

and wished them good new year

and we sang and we drunk

and we quarrelled and we cheered

and we felt the earth below

and we knew how good it was

just walking back home

la la la la.la la la la.la la la la.la la la la

i left them at the circle

as the sun began to rise

and we walked the last few hundred yards

back to my own house

i pulled my coat still closer

'cause now i'm on my own

i've struck out for the first time

and now i'm walking back home

warbeck sang

la la la la.la la la la.la la la la.la la la la

the stacy's sang

la la la la.la la la la.la la la la.la la la la

linda sang

la la la la.la la la la.la la la la.la la la la