imagine a place where you don’t need a name
and you don’t need a licence to open your mind
it’s a travelling circus of jokers and clowns
a movie picture that’s one of its kind
and this place is the only place where even the clergy dance in the rain
and i know if i was stronger i’d change my ways and join the parade with yo u.
dirty face and oily hands, but adament of life so clean and so pure
and in a perfect world the rights of man
could never betray the rights of the land
and this way is the only way
a pilgrim’s walk a hail of song
and i know if i were stronger i’d change
my ways and join the parade with you.
from the backstreets of this island, move on, move on
to the walkways of the mainland move on.