Green fields and brown wools and clothes my garden inland Out there back on the hill is where I like to go Now I'm told There's wolves with teeth behind the brown And sticks and stones to bring me down When you were around I never came to tea and Oh now that you're not I don't know how to go Past your house Where there's things still there upon the wall But there's not the sight of you at all If you were here we could go dancing The lot of us at the back of the bus Red dresses on down to the river for fun If you were a bird would you sit outside our window And watch out at night and keep us safe and warm We miss you so Oh reviens reviens ma chernie How could you leave so easily If you were a bird you could go flying And look below Wave at the folks we know You forget these things when you're crying in church So if you were here I'd take you dancing The lot of us at the back of the bus Red dresses on down to the river for fun