Underneath The Sky

Underneath the sky of red

Theres a story-teller sleeping alone

He has no face and he has no name

And his where abouts is sort of unknownAll he needs is his life in a suitcase

It belongs to a friend of a friend

And as we drink to ourselves well amuse ourselves

Underneath the sky, underneath the sky again

Underneath the sky againSo wish me away to an unknown place

And Im living in a land with no name

Ill be making a start with a brand new harp

Stop me making sense once againAll we need is our lives in a suitcase

They belong to a friend of a friend

And as we drink to ourselves well amuse ourselves

Underneath the sky, underneath the sky again

Underneath the sky againAll we need is our lives in a suitcase

They belong to a friend of a friend

And as we drink to ourselves well amuse ourselves

Underneath the sky, underneath the sky again

Underneath the sky againUnderneath the sky again

Underneath the sky again

Underneath the sky again

Again, again

Underneath the sky again