My mother used to adore this song as a tiny baby, apparently, and scream in her cot if it wasn't left on repeat... Me, I'm not quite such a free spirit. Give me land, lots of land, and the starry skies above... but wander with me, holding my hand. I'd rather share it. And then lead me home and make me a soft space. A dim hiding place, with walls of sheets and warm light. Tell me stories and whisper to me, you don't have to be anywhere but here...