The last day of June 1934

The morning is humming, it's a quarter past nine

I should be working down in the vines

But I'm lying here with a good friend of mine

Watching the sun in her hair

I pick the grapes from the hills to the sea

The fields of France are a home to me

Ah, but today lying here is a good place to be

I can't go anywhere

But as we slip in and out of embrace

Like some old and familiar place

Reflecting all of my dreams in her face like before

On the last day of June 1934

Just out of Cambridge in a narrow country lane

A bottle-green Bentley in the driving rain

Slips and skids round a corner, then pulls straight again

Heads up the drive to the door

The lights of the party shine over the fields

Where lovers and dancers watch catherine wheels

And argue realities digging their heels

In a world that's finished with war

And a lost wind of summer blows into the streets

Past the tramps in the alleyways, the rich in silk sheets

And Europe lies sleeping,

you feel her heartbeats through the floor

On the last day of June 19...

On the night that Ernst Roehm died voices rang out

In the rolling Bavarian hills

And swept through the cities and danced in the gutters

Grown strong like the joining of wills

Oh echoed away like a roar in the distance

In moonlight carved out of steel

Singing "All the lonely, so long and so long

You don't know how I long, how I long

You can't hold me, I'm strong now I'm strong

Stronger than your law"

I sit here now by the banks of the Rhine

Dipping my feet in the cold stream of time

And I know I'm a dreamer, I know I'm out of line

With the people I see everywhere

The couples pass by me, they're looking so good

Their arms round each other, they head for the woods

They don't care who Ernst Roehm was, no reason they should

Just a shadow that hangs in the air

But I thought I saw him cross over the hill

With a whole ghostly army of men at his heel

And struck in the moment it seemed to be real like before

On the last day of June 1934