Anglokana - Seachange

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