We drifted off to the sway of the bluebells in the summer of once upon ago
and we danced to the tune of the foxglove and waltzed with the riverside reeds,
caught enough for our needs in the shallows of streams
it was a time when we chased all our dreams

but the night settled dimly in the two up, two down on the well kept estate at the edge of mill Town and as we grew we all knew things would never be the same.