Текст песни: Pruning The Vine + перевод

I’ve been pruning the vine, steering my plough

Doing all of the things I never knew how

Riding horseback, a cavalcade to flutes

With you riding pillion in patent leather boots

Scarecrow stands like an archer when seeds are sown

At the harvest of acorns we’ll see what has grown

I’ve been haymaking, harvesting grapes

You’ve only to answer to bend me out of shape

I’ve been carrying grass, sifting grain into a sack

Searching through books of hours for the time I lack

On the road to the chateau, dressed only in red

You carry a basket upon your head

What history can’t vandalise

I will evangelise

A Pagan martyrdom

Or what we’ve become?

Falcon waits upon gloved fist, by sickle and scythe

On the lips of a first kiss I wait for it to fly

You dance round the montjoy now the river runs cool

You’re nobody’s mistress, nobody’s fool

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