(Lord/Blackmore/Evans)
    Mama plays a queen on the hill built on a dream
  While the children play in the field
  Papa smokes the pipe of a sweet and better life
  But how strong is the shield?
  Can peace be found on the carpet above ground
  Where sky is forever blue
    So let it pass baby now, the slow and riding cloud
  Which may take me from you
    Many things a man can lose
  His self, his rights, his views
  But never his heart or his love
  So take this hand of mine and climb baby, climb
  To the hill up above
    Now you can play a queen on the hill built on a dream
  While our children play in the field
  I can smoke the pipe of a sweet and better life
  And trust in the strength of the shield
    So trust in you love, and Lucy of above
  And let light pass like a wheel
  Don't take the chance of life's hectic dance
  Kiss the strength of the shield
    The seeker will be found by the looker on the ground
  And to his wish he will yield
    Fate will have it's word, of course [think this line is wrong...]
  And time will change its course
  And hold the strength of the shield