Festival Friends by Ren Stedman Lyrics

I’ve missed the way I feel
When I am sitting in a field
The green against my feet
And all the people that I meet when I am here

We gather 'round the fire
Singing songs to pass the time
And while we’re all waiting to hear
The different tales that Trotsky wrote for us tonight

We drank all of the rum
That Brian brought to last the weekend
Nana’s kitchen parked up next to us
So we can eat and
If I hear another joke from troop
That doesn’t make me laugh
I swear I’ll kill him

Cherry’s on a loop
And isn’t making any sense
And it’s the second time today
She’s blown our minds
So we just stand and nod our heads
Birdy’s painting pictures that
Get thrown at me when I go in the van
And Doozer’s played so many songs
That he can barely even stand

Skeg said pay the nice stuff on
And I am trying hard
To realise the only things I really need
Are all my friends and my guitar
But Steve and Ronnie left to travel on
And now god knows where they are

And I have to say the best of all
The things about these festivals
Is the people that I’ve grown to know
The places that we get to go
While we’re all singing I don’t wanna go home
I don’t wanna go home
Home

And I don’t want it to end
I don’t want to wait another year
To see all of my festival friends