No news is good news
just as long as I am lying here with you
and although we are fools
still I want just to hold you.

In my mind are those rolling hills
and green green fields,
the fog is everywhere
and I will always remember
because you were there.

Terra-Cotta woman
my Celtic queen,
you work with clay
giving form its birth,
to shape this day
you have turned to the earth.

And when I get home
I want to unplug the phone,
and turn the lamp down low,
because no news is good news
just as long as I can stay here with you.
Terra-Cotta my Celtic Queen.