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 played 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 at the harbor wall The radios played Never thought I could look upon Something so beautiful, so pure Brighter than sun on snow In 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 waken Like kings some day And the accordions played And the accordions played