The morning is humming, it's a quarter past nine    I should be working down in the vines    But I'm lying here with a good friend of mine    Watching the sun in her hair       I pick the grapes from the hills to the sea    The fields of France are a home to me    Ah, but today lying here is a good place to be    I can't go anywhere       But as we slip in and out of embrace    Like some old and familiar place    Reflecting all of my dreams in her face like before    On the last day of June 1934       Just out of Cambridge in a narrow country lane    A bottle-green Bentley in the driving rain    Slips and skids round a corner, then pulls straight again    Heads up the drive to the door       The lights of the party shine over the fields    Where lovers and dancers watch catherine wheels    And argue realities digging their heels    In a world that's finished with war       And a lost wind of summer blows into the streets    Past the tramps in the alleyways, the rich in silk sheets    And Europe lies sleeping,    you feel her heartbeats through the floor    On the last day of June 19...       On the night that Ernst Roehm died voices rang out    In the rolling Bavarian hills    And swept through the cities and danced in the gutters    Grown strong like the joining of wills       Oh echoed away like a roar in the distance    In moonlight carved out of steel    Singing "All the lonely, so long and so long    You don't know how I long, how I long    You can't hold me, I'm strong now I'm strong    Stronger than your law"       I sit here now by the banks of the Rhine    Dipping my feet in the cold stream of time    And I know I'm a dreamer, I know I'm out of line    With the people I see everywhere       The couples pass by me, they're looking so good    Their arms round each other, they head for the woods    They don't care who Ernst Roehm was, no reason they should    Just a shadow that hangs in the air       But I thought I saw him cross over the hill    With a whole ghostly army of men at his heel    And struck in the moment it seemed to be real like before    On the last day of June 1934