Iâve been pruning the vine, steering my plough
Doing all of the things I never knew how
Riding horseback, a cavalcade to flutes
With you riding pillion in patent leather boots
Scarecrow stands like an archer when seeds are sown
At the harvest of acorns weâll see what has grown
Iâve been haymaking, harvesting grapes
Youâve only to answer to bend me out of shape
Iâve been carrying grass, sifting grain into a sack
Searching through books of hours for the time I lack
On the road to the chateau, dressed only in red
You carry a basket upon your head
What history canât vandalise
I will evangelise
A Pagan martyrdom
Or what weâve become?
Falcon waits upon gloved fist, by sickle and scythe
On the lips of a first kiss I wait for it to fly
You dance round the montjoy now the river runs cool
Youâre nobodyâs mistress, nobody's fool