Anglokana

On a hillside in the meadows
 By the old copse ring of oaks
 They lay down there as lovers
 But no words of love were spoke
 They had drunken all her daddy's wine
 Stole her mothers pills
 The sun had burned her brittle
 She had taken more than her fill
 So as she lay there sleeping
 He snapped a thick branch from a tree
 Took it too her pretty soft head
 Spilled her blood onto the green
 Dragged her body through the woods
 With his bare hands dug a grave
 Fell down across the fresh mound
 He was too drunk to pray
 On a hillside in the meadows
 By the old copse ring of oaks
 Are the graves of two young lovers
 Of which no more words are spoke
 Once the discoveries made its locked down permanent
 People ahead of their games get it wrong with bold claims
 She says the naivety of the seventies meant we
 Could take up torches and run into fields without fears
 And she talks in a way, all bookish, sincere
 And you wonder have you ever been there in your heart?
 There comes a point when you need something to hold onto
 The whole free love thing only works with some people
 Camera picks up on rude
 Camera picks up extreme
 Camera picks up confused
 Camera picks up on a boy
 If I came out to meet you
 Maybe if I made it clear
 Maybe if we waited a season
 Or just another year
 Midsummer night and the fires alight
 Deep in the shadows – the shadows of the copse
 And she's dancing circles around
 Singing songs she had no right to know
 Get home late the house is dark
 Sun still on your skin but there's a chill in your heart
 I should have known
 I should have known