Intro: verse 1: Lost among the brambles, those long cross-country rambles Your hands stained red, from blackberry picking Brave or was it foolish, you took off all your clothes Your lips turned blue, from North Sea swimming Colours, colours of the summer My thoughts are drawn to them still The red kite against the blue sky My thoughts are drawn to them still verse 2: Race down Chimney Bank faster than legs can carry you Your knees are green from the tripping and the falling Nothing to disturb us collapsed amongst the corn The hazy gold of a lazy summer Chorus: