When our labour
Starts bringing you to me
Makes my madness
A flipping record
Side A to my ears
In our garden
Wild flowers your hair
Walking proud
Your hand in mine
Too young to die
Our labour
Turning these eyes
To our love
When our labour
Starts bringing you to me
Makes my madness
A flipping record
Side A to my ears
In our garden
Wild flowers your hair
Walking proud
Your hand in mine
Too young to die
Our labour
Turning these eyes
To our love