If it's okay I'm going to the
Rocky garden full of stars
Can't you find the time to meet me
There? I fear it's very far
You provoked me to be lonely
Words are geographical
Every time I see you on the Bunhill fields
I can't want to let it go
It's like a tumbling, tumbling field
I can't want to let it go
Shoelace came undone that morning
I kneeled down to tie it up
Bumped into a man quite broken
He'd been cruelly beaten up
I suppose it's less dangerous to run
Than to just walk around
Every time I see you on the Bunhill fields
I can't want to let it go
It's like a tumbling, tumbling field
I can't want to let it go