C
Long you live and high you fly
    B-
smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
   F
all you touch and all you see
   G                              .F#11
Is all your life will ever be.

Run, rabbit run.
Dig that hole, forget the sun,
And when at last the work is done
Don't sit down it's time to dig another one.

C B- F G  F#
For long you live and high you fly
But only if you ride the tide
And balanced on the biggest wave
You race towards an early grave.

Home ... home again
I like to be here when I can
& when I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire

Far away . . . across the fields
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spell