Little Green Man

AMUC

Amidst the Irish country side, a drunken chap encounters wee folk, but not the sort he was expecting.

Lyrics

just a recycled tale from the days of old
when many a drunk irishman looked for his pot of gold
gallavanting wassling through the forest on his way
lost track of time or reason or rhyme
and night overtook the day

he came upon an odd old chap aglow in the cold
are you my friend a wee folk
if so where’s your pot of gold
Sorry sir if it’s gold you want
the prospect’s pretty low
but if you hang around for long enough
I can give you quite a show

this silver disk can skip the sky
like a pebble on a lake
it can touch the black out past the blue
it can make the heavens quake

I’ve been stranded for so many moons
I don’t want this to become my icy tomb
I will surpass all the fear
spread metal wings and take the air

like a carousel up in the sky
little green man
time to say goodbye

now barely a dot of light
little green man
has taken flight