Tarquin and the Hairy Biker

Summer breeze rolling slow through the wheat
Cambridgeshire fields and the sun on the beat
Mushroom sacrament, wandering free
Golden waves in the grass like a rippling sea

Down village paths where the hedgerows wind
Then we clocked the wall — blew the back of the mind
Stretching up, stretching out, no end in sight
Like it wrapped the whole world in a brick red bite

Woodland clearing, old campfire ring
Bit too quiet — felt a strange kinda thing
Spooky little hush in the shade of the pines
So we laughed it off quick and kept to the lines

Walk through the woods, feel the leaves on the branch
Give 'em a name, every shape every chance
Tarquin… Hairy Biker
Tarquin… Hairy Biker
Walk through the woods, feel the breeze getting lighter
Naming every leaf — Tarquin and the Hairy Biker

Addy grabs a leaf like "check this one out"
"Smooth and gentle — Tarquin no doubt"
Next one fuzzy with the spikes on top
"That's the Hairy Biker!" and we couldn't stop
Every branch getting checked for a name
Leaf by leaf, it became our game

Walk through the woods, feel the leaves on the branch
Give 'em a name, every shape every chance
Tarquin… Hairy Biker
Tarquin… Hairy Biker
Walk through the woods, feel the breeze getting lighter
Naming every leaf — Tarquin and the Hairy Biker

Roman mound where we pitched the tent tight
Crickets in the dark, countryside night
Morning sun hit bright — pollen in the air
Hayfever madness, sneezing everywhere
Packed it up quick, made tracks for the door
Back home breakfast — couldn't ask for more

Leaves of three; leave it be
Leaves of three; leave it be
Leaves of five, let it thrive
Leaves of five, let it thrive

Leaves of three; leave it be
Leaves of three; leave it be
Leaves of five, let it thrive
Leaves of five, let it thrive

Walk through the woods, feel the leaves on the branch
Give 'em a name, every shape every chance
Tarquin… Hairy Biker
Tarquin… Hairy Biker
Cambridgeshire breeze getting lighter
Naming every leaf — Tarquin and the Hairy Biker