I remember sitting by our form room, opposite the basement
Feeling quite infatuated, whilst internally I lamented
Infuriated by the folk who interpreted the scripture
And were really quite explicit when they said I couldn’t be with ya
And my heart was torn between the church and the feelings that kept occuring
Sat in a tent, in a field, a great big change was stirring
And wise old Sam was the great man who helped me make a move
And nearly twelve years later, I’m pleased that I chose you.