Lyrics
A tor upon the highline, of Devon's rolling sky,
And down the wooded valley our years are flowing by,
It's only now i wonder, if our ever loving son will ever shine.
The boats they fill the harbour, where the sea birds rise and fall,
For every Pilgrim Father, there's a plaque up on the wall,
It's only now i wonder, if our ever loving father cares at all.
The lonely dockyards daughter, by the old gates she will stand,
A lamb unto the slaughter, keeps a wedding ring to hand,
It's only now i wonder if our ever loving daughter understands.
Take it slowly my love, someone's been smiling on us,
Take it slowly my love, someone's been smiling on us.
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