Something’s on the Move

She wore a black tiara
Rare gems upon her fingers
And she came from distant waters
Where northern lights explode
To celebrate the dawning
Of the new wastes of winter
Gathering royal momentum
On the icy road

With chill mists swirling
Like petticoats in motion
Sighted on horizons
For ten thousand years
The lady of the ice sounds
A deathly distant rumble
To Titanic-breaking children lost
In melting crystal tears

Oh, sunshine --- take me now away from here
I'm a needle on a spiral in a groove
And the turntable spins
As the last waltz begins
And the weather-man says
Something's on the move

Capturing black pieces
In a glass-fronted museum
The white queen rolls
On the chessboard of the dawn
Squeezing through the valleys
Pausing briefly in the corries
The Ice-Mother mates
And a new age is born

Oh, sunshine --- take me now away from here
I'm a needle on a spiral in a groove
And the turntable spins
As the last waltz begins
And the weather-man says
Something's on the move

Driving all before her
Un-stoppable, un-straining
Her cold creaking mass
Follows reindeer down
Thin spreading fingers seek
To embrace the still-warm bundles
That huddle on the doorsteps
Of a white London Town

Oh, sunshine --- take me now away from here
I'm a needle on a spiral in a groove
And the turntable spins
As the last waltz begins
And the weather-man says
Something's on the move