I want to skip like a rock in the sun in the sea
In the silence surrounding the sound around me
Catch a wave pull it back to the beaches and meadows the thickening woodland the silence that captivates me
That calls to me
That sways me
Here I go skipping again never reaching the end
The invitation is ripe to extend
The spirit we got is the means and the end
So I tend to spend time with my friends
Just hanging around the gaff
Shooting the breeze, shooting the breeze and having a laugh
Skipa dee bibba dee bibba dee having a laugh
I walk through the green forest trip on the hills
And I pick myself up and I nurture my spills
And I keep moving forward and onward and outward and mark
The transition that's happening inward
To mark it in time
I'm moving in time
I'm travelling in time
I'm keeping time
To mark it in time
I'm moving in time
I'm travelling in time
I'm keeping time
And I follow my gut and I keep getting up
And I keep getting down and I'm looking around
And I like to spend time getting down on the ground
So I'm looking for reasons to put my hands down on the ground
They just got to be found ...
Down in the
Down in the
Down in the
Down in the ground
I got this hands down
Turning turnin turning upside down
I got this hands down
I got this hands down
I got this hands down