Acres Wild Lyrics

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

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I'll make love to you

in narrowside streets

with shuttered windows,

crumbling chimneys

By red bricks pointed

with cement fingers

Flaking damply from sagging shoulders.

Come with me to the weary town

Discos silent under tiles

that slide from roof-tops, scatter softly

on concrete marches of Acres Wild