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