See the bracken green on the hills
See the gifts of every summer
Suns sinking low in the long grass

Always rising and falling down
There's bluebells growing under the trees
And I will be there in June

I will walk back down the river
To some unknown salvation
Taking me back again

Memories of the incomplete
The birch, the oak, the rowan
And the accordions playing down in the hall

By the riverside
As if God hadn't happened at all
Stealing heaven from a moon-lit door

Taking me back down the railroad tracks
To get lost in it all


On young ploughed fields I kissed your eyes
A crown of songs around your head
And by the railings, the harbor wall

The radios played
Never thought I could look upon
Something so beautiful, so pure

Brighter than sun on snow
Some new enchanted garden
She said we've been here before

As the skies are slashed by flames
Our citadels come crashing down
A constant sea, a war of waves

Lay down your life for me
Lay down your love again
We'll talk it over

And we'll awaken
Like kings some day


And the accordions played

And the accordions played