from the 2008 album 'The Evangelist'.
Lightning cracks the convent mist curls to the bells
Trees run down to the road protect the convent girls
A Sister somewhere bows her head to pray
Offer protection, a place to hide away
Deep in Sherwood Forest the elves keep to themselves
No one is scarecrow the witch has no spells
A map of tree tops a road thatís made of clay
Itís hard to get to, a place to hide away
Iím thinking of Mondaino Iím thinking of Greece
Iím thinking a walled city to give me my peace
I might take up teaching I have a lot to say
At a roundtable, at a place to hide away
I might take you up on one fine sunny day
I might take you up to a place to hide away
Written by Robert Forster.