Fair play to you, landed lakes are so blueAnd the architecture I'm taking in was my mind, so fineTell me, old Poe, Oscar Wilde at the roadLet your midnight and your daytime runTurn into low lifeIt's a very fine lineBut you've got the mind, child, to carry onWell, it's just about to be carried onAnd there's only one meadow's way to goAnd you say, GeronimoThere's only one meadow's way to goAnd you sayGeronimoA paperback bookAs he walked down the streetFrom that man with tales of mystery, mysteryAnd imaginationForever fairAnd I'm touching your headI wish we could be dreamers in this dreamOh, let it rainAnd there's only one meadow's way to goAnd there's only one meadow's way to goAnd you say, GeronimoAnd there's only one meadow's way to goAnd you say, GeronimoFair play to you, landed lakes are so blueA whole silver, ten for tenAnd I love you for thatA whole silver, ten for tenAnd I love you for thatLove you for thatLove you for thatLove you for thatI hold a silver highTen for tenTen for tenAnd I love you for thatI hold a silver highTen for tenTen for tenAnd I'll go before themAnd there's only oneMeadows way to goAnd I'll say GeronimoAnd there's only oneMeadows way to goAnd we'll sayGeronimoMeadows way to goAnd I'll say GeronimoAnd there's only oneMeadows way to goAnd I'll say GeronimoMeadows way to goAnd we'll say GeronimoFair play to you