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.

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