Mercia

By Patrick Wolf

Released on June 20, 2011

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It was a day not to forget

The sun shone golden apples through the wheatfields

We wandered dappled lanes

Up to the house your brother said was haunted

Someone once had been murdered there

You gave me kiss I’ll never regret

I’ll be loving you for all my time

Be the one that walks beside you

Mine is yours is mine

Mine is yours

Yours is mine

The next day in Wicksteed park

Your sister-in-law showed us those abandoned thrill rides

Your eyes could be your mind

The starlings gathered on the lawns

For their leaving of the midlands

These lands you were born and raised in

I’ll be loving you for all my time

Be the one that walks beside you

Yours is mine

I know you grew up in country

I grew up in city

But can we grow both together

Drive up to the cliffs

And watch the weather wild and innocent like

Those days we were younger

Laugh about the lives we escaped

Mine is yours

If yours is mine

So darling come and dance with me

Gypsy dance with me

Time to leave behind the midlands