I'm an acorn first I'm an old oak next I'm a girl dancing in her thinnest dress I'm the floodplains of England in this climate new, I'm the silk worm in the fingers of a sweatshop youth, Both of us getting squeezed for the riches of the few. Give me seaweed and pirates and all that smells good, I should have loved you better, yes I should, oh I should But give me rockpools and Cornwall and everything that's pure, I should have seen what was going on with you, I think I chose to ignore But nature is a priest And she only speaks the truth, She runs an evening class in the language of our deep composing youth And it doesn't cost a penny and you don't get any grades, but you can swap your seeds until the daylight fades because there is no copyright on the world that she made. Give me seaweed and pirates and all that smells good, I should have loved you better, yes I should, oh I should But give me rockpools and Cornwall and everything that's pure, I should have seen what was going on with you, Oh for sure, for sure We all went to the market, sold everything we've got, I should have stood up for you, I think about this a lot. Yes I should have stood up for you, I think about that a lot. Oooh rockpools and Cornwall are always deeper than they seem. I'm gonna love you better, and dare to dream So I'm gonna love you better, and we can dare to dream.