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Written by Yona Dunsford / Greg Harewood / Mike Jones
You took the dog-watch, after the night of watching
We walked the grey-washed dawn, the 10th of Capricorn
And came to naming the new–born
What did the stars say? Could this be a dog day?
We have to log the birth, should we call her Mother Earth?
For a ll the trouble that it’s worth
So take it to Miriam, if you need to read the signs
Give her a ll your letters, she can read between the lines
So take it to Miriam, even when you don’t believe
You come in with your doubts, but you leave them when you leave
So take it to Miriam
Don’t tell me they meant well, this is how my cards fell
Born in a state of shock, the sun and moon in hock
But they just filled my head with rock
Lived in a trailer, and traipsed the hippy trail
Those dippy bells they rung, they said ‘power to the young’
But it turned sour on the tongue
So take it to Miriam, if you need to read the signs
Give her all your letters, she can read between the lines
So take it to Miriam, even when you don’t believe
You come in with your doubts, but you leave them when you leave
So take it to Mariam
Can’t make the cities smell like heaven
With just a flower in your hand
Can’t pay the man at the 7/11
With pretty stars that you paint on sand
Well it’s cash in hand
Is all he’ll ever need or understand