The yellow furze stole my heart again today
The daisies in the long grasses sway
Before I stepped into his domain
My heart soared and sang with the wind

I stood in by the ditch where the primroses lay
Thought of my good friend Jane
Who has turned her life around for herself, yes, for herself
Despite the shame of it all
 [bad word] 
They had to hand it to her
She's done well so they [bad word] They waited for the fall
And all the pain [bad word] through
With hearts already too broken
Only to be frozen over in misery

They never said about the baby born in the barn
Finding her twisted and wound up with their scorn
The months she spent many miles, many miles away
Dark sunglasses worn on a winter's day

We had nowhere to turn to but the skies
We followed our star around the world
Now we wave and walk on each bent in our own wind
Trees lean in and listen
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And the yellow furze stole my heart again today
Daisies in the long grasses sway
Before I stepped into, into his domain
My heart soared and sang with the wind