(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.