[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
I'll make love to you
In narrow side streets
With shuttered windows
And crumbling chimneys

[Chorus]
Come with me to the weary town
Discos silent under tiles
That slide from roof-tops, scatter softly
On concrete marches of acres wild
[Verse 3]
By red bricks pointed
With cement fingers
Flaking damply
From sagging shoulders

[Chorus]
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