I'll make love to you in all good places
Under black mountains in open spaces
By deep brown rivers, oh, that slither darkly
Through far marches where the blue hare racesCome with me to the winged isle
Northern father's western child
Where the dance of ages is playing still
Through far marches of acres wildI'll make love to you in narrow side streets
With shuttered windows and crumbling chimneysCome with me to the weary town
Discos silent under tiles
That slide from roof-tops, scatter softly
On concrete marches of acres wildBy red bricks pointed, oh, with cement fingers
Flaking damply from sagging shouldersCome with me to the winged isle
Northern father's western child
Where the dance of ages is playing still
Through far marches of acres wild
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