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Where have you gone my old working brain For I long to talk with you again I hope a storm comes around so hard and carries me up and away onto my sense For I have everything I need bar my head I once had dreams about some country living Close Julys then heavy snow Sunday lunch with my homegrown potatoes Living freely nice and easy I'd be whole Living freely nice and easy I'd be whole I'd watch the colours change around my country home Instead, the gael blows away my mortar A holes appeared within my wall And on stormy days the wind blows through that space To play a tune for a fool who fell away The weeds grow long, as long as all my days Soon the bricks will fall, and I'll be stuck this way From Letras Mania