Underneath the sky of red There’s a story-teller sleeping alone He has no face and he has no name And his whereabouts is sort of unknown
All he needs is his life in a suitcase It belongs to a friend of a friend And as we drink to ourselves we’ll amuse ourselves Underneath the sky Underneath the sky again Underneath the sky again
So wish me away to an unknown place And I’m living in a land with no name I’ll be making a start with a brand new harp Stop me making sense once again
All we need is our lives in a suitcase They belong to a friend of a friend And as we drink to ourselves we’ll amuse ourselves Underneath the sky Underneath the sky again Underneath the sky again
All we need is our lives in a suitcase They belong to a friend of a friend And as we drink to ourselves we’ll amuse ourselves Underneath the sky Underneath the sky again Underneath the sky again Underneath the sky again Underneath the sky again Underneath the sky again Again Again Again Underneath the sky again