Trees blowing left of the wind,
Autumn it finally begins,
Pulling inwards once again,
What the gurus recommend.
Don't stop here, no,
Don't stop here, no,
Don't stop here, no,
Don't stop here, no.
On the third day we shall rise,
Before then it's safe to hide,
From the hustle of this life,
Easy for some but not I.
Don't stop here, no,
Don't stop here, no,
Don't stop here, no,
Don't stop here, no.
You're fine, you're fine, this life, this life
You're fine, you're fine in this life
You're fine, you're fine, this life, this life
You're fine, you're fine in this life
You're fine, you're fine, this life, this life
You're fine, you're fine in this life
You're fine, you're fine, this life, this life
You're fine, you're fine in this life
A brilliant album combining soul, electronica, afrobeat and a little dub and psychedelia. Written and produced by Welsh bassist Huw, mixed by me. Scrimshire