Brambles On A Hill

(Joe Broughton/Ashley Hutchings)

I remember cool September sun

Climbing that familiar hill

Weighed down and trying to run

 Sweet the fruit we tasted by the farm

Bitter though the price we paid

The marks all over our arms

Brambles on a hill, held us at their will

Marked us with the stains of this fine campaign

Gathering clouds ahead, we followed where they led

No thought of turning back, there’ll be no turning back

Full the basket - purple, black and red

Full the bowl, but fuller still our hearts

Though nothing was said

Walking down a long forgotten track

Walking to keep walking

Straight ahead, with no looking back

Brambles on a hill, held us at their will

Marked us with the stains of this fine campaign

Gathering clouds ahead, we followed where they led

No thought of turning back, there’ll be no turning back

Then home in the evening and slumbering soon

But I just couldn’t sleep for tangles and tears in my head

I would lasso the starlight and bring it to your bed

However I tried I only could capture the moon

I remember late September sky

Climbing up a hill weighed down with guilt

and trying to fly

Sweet the love we tasted by the farm

Bitter now the season

Marked with hidden scars on my arms

Brambles on a hill, held us at their will

Marked us with the stains of this fine campaign

Gathering clouds ahead, we followed where they led

No thought of turning back, there’ll be no turning back