Do you want to be in our family Them, you, and me in our little tree Where we are free To be who we are The world will open up to us Loaded in the van like a pan caravan A one man band with eight heads in the sand, digging We are free to be who we are The world will open up to us With nothing in our hands But the way we stand With our half made plans and family clans We are free To be who we are The world will open up to us Late one night when storms alight You wont bite your tongue so tight Don't trust the mime Who speaks in rhyme When he tells you to leave home Sunshine on your head Just like you wanted Sunshine on your head Just like you wanted Low goes the sunlight When the moon has your way Low goes the sunlight When the moon has your way Is this the best place to be Is this the best place to be Way out On a boat on a sea