You take the high, I'll take the low
Off through the gorse and brambles
Far off the road and far from home
I ramble
A hornet's nest lies on the track
It's half formed larvae scattered
A workers cottage broken down
And left in shambles
Leave the path, strike out alone
Up on the ridge I ramble
Back to the wind, face wet with rain
Above the fields of cattle
High in the ferns I find a scull
I see the flashing shadows
Jet fighters swooping loud and low
Rehearse for Armageddon
You don't have to believe in the end
You have to believe this is the end
(I ramble)
This is the end
(I ramble)
Over the hills and far away
All through the day I ramble
I rock 'n' roll in standing stones
With Brian Jones I ramble
You don't have to believe in the end
You have to believe this is the end
(I ramble)
This is the end
(I ramble)
You don't have to believe in the end
You have to believe this is the end
(Far off the road and far from home)
This is the end
(I ramble, I ramble)
I believe, believe, believe, believe, believe
Believe, believe, believe, believe, believe
Believe, believe, believe, believe, believe
(I ramble)
You don't have to believe in the end
You have to believe this is the end
(I ramble)
This is the end
(I ramble)
You don't have to believe in the end
You have to believe this is the end
(I ramble)
(Far off the road and far from home )
This is the end
(I ramble, I ramble)
You don't have to believe in the end
You have to believe this is the end
This is the end
You don't have to believe in the end
(Strike out alone I ramble)
You have to believe this is the end
(I lose my way I ramble)
(I lose my clothes I ramble)
This is the end
(On to the end I ramble)
You don't have to believe in the end
(Back in time I ramble)
You have to believe this is the end
(All left behind I ramble)
(H. D. Thoreau I ramble)
This is the end
(Nowhere to go I ramble)
You don't have to believe in the end
You have to believe this is the end
This is the end
You don't have to believe in the end
You have to believe this is the end
This is the end