The bats are in the belfry
the dew is on the moor
where are the arms that held me
and pledged her love before
and pledged her love before [bad word] 
It's such a sad old feeling
the fields are soft and green
it's memories that I'm stealing
but you're innocent when you dream
when you dream
you're innocent when you dream [bad word] through the graveyard
we laughed my friends and I
we swore we'd be together
until the day we died
until the day we died
 [bad word] 
I made a golden promise
that we would never part
I gave my love a locket
and then I broke her heart
and then I broke her heart