There's a girl who lives in the high country   Where the willows do not weep   And the rain falls softly and gently   And does not disturb her sleep   There's a girl who lives in the high country   Who lives on tea and dreams   And I know that she does not love me   But she plays the game so well   "sit by my side and tell me boy   Is the milky way that far? is the universe really expanding?    Tell me who you are? "   I am a bondsman - a poor man   I am a ghettoman - I am a thief   Who saw the gutterman who has no compassion   Who heard the widow who cannot weep   In the backstreets, in the poor towns   I hear a thunder which cannot roll   Mine are the eyes that steal from the orphanage   A groveller, groping in the grime   Inside is a congo-jungle-beast-lion-leopard-man   A tiger-man from timbuktu   Even a lover-man strutting down the avenue   A winding river searching for the sea...   And she said that she understood me   She thought I was complex and sensitive   "here" she said, "hold my hand,   And have a muffin!"   "do you see the clouds boy?    Do you see the ship?    Do you see the duck?    Do you love me? "   Brick by brick the empire is crumbling   Stone by stone it cracks and folds   Dreams of phantoms plotting in the jungle   Vengeance in the elephant grass   Someone's been at the liquor cabinet   She's sure someone's been wearing her shoes   All around her chaos and anarchy   Light and reason overthrown   "i'm sure" she says, "they will attack the embassy,   Take me home, take me home!"   There's a wind that blows through the high country   Where the mansion used to stand   And it blows through the broken down garden   Where she once held my hand.   La, la, la, la...