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 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 again   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