Acres Wild Lyrics

I'll make love to you
    in all good places
    under black mountains
    in open spaces.
By deep brown rivers
    that slither darkly
    through far marches
    where the blue hare races.

Come 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

I'll make love to you
    in narrowside streets
    with shuttered windows,
    crumbling chimneys
By red bricks pointed
    with cement fingers
Flaking damply from sagging shoulders.

Come with me to the weary town
Discos silent under tiles
    that slide from roof-tops, scatter softly
    on concrete marches of Acres Wild.