Upfield

I'm going upfield, way up on the hillside I'm going higher than I've ever been before That's where you'll find me, over the horizon Wading in the river, reaching for that other shore I dreamed I saw a tree full of angels, up on Primrose Hill And I flew with them over the Great Wen till I had seen my fill Of such poverty and misery sure to tear my soul apart I've got a socialism of the heart, I've got a socialism of the heart I'm going upfield, way up on the hillside I'm going higher than I've ever been before That's where you'll find me, over the horizon Wading in the river, reaching for that other shore The angels asked me how I felt about all I'd seen and heard That they spoke to me, a pagan, gave me cause to doubt their word But they laughed and said: "I doesn't matter if you'll help us in our art You've got a socialism of the heart, you've got a socialism of the heart" I'm going upfield, way up on the hillside I'm going higher than I've ever been before That's where you'll find me, over the horizon Wading in the river, reaching for that other shore Their faces shone and they were gone and I was left alone I walked these ancient empire streets till I came tearful to my home And when I woke next morning, I vowed to play my part I've got a socialism of the heart, I've got a socialism of the heart I'm going upfield, way up on the hillside I'm going higher than I've ever been before That's where you'll find me, over the horizon Wading in the river, reaching for that other shore