Acres Wild - 2003 Remaster

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 narrow side streets
 with shuttered windows,
 crumbling chimneys.
 Come with me to the weary town ---
 discos silent under tiles
 that slide from roof-tops, scatter softly
 on concrete marches of acres wild.
 By red bricks pointed
 with cement fingers
 Flaking damply from sagging shoulders.
 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.