We hang around some of the time
But I want to know you better,
Can't thrive, that I realise out of a suitcase or in a letter.
I can't predict the path we will eventually find,
But I know it's lit by the stars,
And the heavenly mechanisms are aligned.
"Oh, how the hounds are howling"
Lets start cooking up a recipe,
Every single layer of alchemy there to see,
Let's get this pot back on the boil
With love and magic and old fashioned honest toil,
Let's turn up the heat.
A simmer, a sizzle, piping hot to the middle,
We stand not torn asunder,
Got the beauty and the wonder
Of the magic number,
"Oh, how the hounds are howling"
Let me show you what you mean to me,
The salt of the earth and the spoonful of honey in my tea,
Shake shake! We're just making it work
And the walls of the corridors are
Plastered with possibility
Oh! To master your craft with
Time and the pain, the skill of the graft.
We stand not torn asunder,
Got the beauty and the wonder
Of the magic number,
"Oh, how the hounds are howling"
"Oh, how the hounds are howling"
