[Verse 1]
There was a guy up on the hill with a trumpet to his lips
I mean to tell you, he knew how to blow that thing
There were women dressed in purple banging on their tambourines
And hammering on cymbals

[Chorus]
It was not that long ago
When we gathered in the valley below
I loved you more than I loved my own life
I was falling to pieces

[Verse 2]
There was a young man on the altar, you saw me poised above him
I saw you watching me
There were singers, there were dancers, there was glittering gold
Spring breaking out gradually

[Chorus]
It was not that long ago
But the memory's kinda dying out, you know
Like a flower caught in the overgrowth
Falling, falling to pieces