Underneath the Flysheet

Underneath the flysheet we'll dream the night away

Underneath the flysheet on stony ground we'll lay
Ev'ry night you'll find us, wrapped up nice and warm
Waiting till the birdsong comes cheeping
Heralding the dawn
We sleep out when it's raining, we sleep out when it's dry
Stars overhead so high
Rucksack for our pillow, we always want to stay
Underneath the flysheet, we'll dream the night away