Gondwanaland

When you’re tired and you’re far from home
When you’re lost and you’re on your own
When the fog comes a-swirling, swirling round you
Mm, 'til you can’t see the path before you
You should know of the strangest things
You come down like a silent snow
'Til your mind feels as numb as your fingers
It was many years ago
On the coast of Gondwanaland
No-one hurt for the howling wind
No-one hurt when they whispered the strangest thing
No-one sought for the stinging rain
No-one saw the strangest thing
Saw you slip on the icy street
And I smiled accidentally
And you swore at the ice, and you swore at me
And my heart felt instantly
In the warmth of the strangest thing
So I’m holding a torch up high for you
And the batteries are all brand new
But I’m scared they’ll wear right through
Before you see me shining for you
Before I can discover who can show me
The strangest thing
No-one hurt for the howling wind
No-one hurt when they whispered the strangest thing
No-one sought for the stinging rain
No-one saw the strangest thing