I rented a room in an old ski hut
Between antlers and cuckoos
I drank well into the night
And learned how to speak right
Mosquito net hangs over my bed
Between wake and sleep
I dreamt well into the morning
And woke to a cuckoo swarm
Out of the window the slopes are empty
Between the trees and the lift
I can imagine the snow
And skiers with no where but down to go
This room and his room hold 70 years
Between his piano and mantel
He paced the ideas from his head
And thousands of ideas that slept here are now dead
In the morning I will ride to find that place
Between a graveyard and some new hotel
His hut looks over a green river valley
And my hut looks up at the peak
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I rented a room in an old ski hut
Between antlers and cuckoos
I drank well into the night
And learned how to speak right
Mosquito net hangs over my bed
Between wake and sleep
I dreamt well into the morning
And woke to a cuckoo swarm
Out of the window the slopes are empty
Between the trees and the lift
I can imagine the snow
And skiers with no where but down to go
This room and his room hold 70 years
Between his piano and mantel
He paced the ideas from his head
And thousands of ideas that slept here are now dead
In the morning I will ride to find that place
Between a graveyard and some new hotel
His hut looks over a green river valley
And my hut looks up at the peak
Between antlers and cuckoos
I drank well into the night
And learned how to speak right
Mosquito net hangs over my bed
Between wake and sleep
I dreamt well into the morning
And woke to a cuckoo swarm
Out of the window the slopes are empty
Between the trees and the lift
I can imagine the snow
And skiers with no where but down to go
This room and his room hold 70 years
Between his piano and mantel
He paced the ideas from his head
And thousands of ideas that slept here are now dead
In the morning I will ride to find that place
Between a graveyard and some new hotel
His hut looks over a green river valley
And my hut looks up at the peak
Writer: Paul Hogan
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