Lyrics

The Parson
Long before the parson locked his bicycle
Down beside the market square
Villages and fields in perfect harmony
Long before you came round here

I'll take you back to a time
When our lives were so full and clear
We hung suspended in love
Now each memories a souvenir

She said uncle Matthew had a roving eye
When he wore his light blue shirt
Had he fought for freedom back in 36
Or some spanish skirt