Little Red Robin Hood Hit the Road Robert Wyatt

In the garden of England
Dead moles lie inside their holes
The dead-end tunnels crumble
In the rain, underfoot
Innit a shame?

Can't you see them?
Can't you see them?
Roots can't hold them
Bugs console them
Can't you see them?
Can't you see them?
Roots can't hold them
Bugs console them
Can't you see them?
Can't you see them?
Can't you see them?
Can't you see them?
Can't you see them?
Can't you see them?
Can't you see them?
Can't you see them?
Can't you see them?
Can't you see them?
Can't you see them?
Can't you see them?
Can't you see them?
Can't you see them?
Can't you see them?
Can't you see them?
Can't you see them?
Can't you see them?
Can't you see them?
Can't you see them?