No news is good news
Just as long as I am
Lying here with you
And though we're fools
Still I want just to hold you

In my mind
Are these green green fields
The fog is everywhere
And I'll always remember 'cause
You were there
You were there

Terracotta woman
My Celtic Queen
You work with clay
Giving form its birth
To shape this day
You have turned to the earth
Terracotta woman
My Celtic Queen

When I get home
I want to unplug the phone
Turn the lamp down low
Because no news is good news
Just as long as I am staying here with you
And though we are fools
Still I want just to hold you