Upfield

Im going upfield, way up on the hillside
Im going higher than Ive ever been before
Thats where youll find me, over the horizon
Wading in the river, reaching for that other shore
I dreamed I saw a tree full of angels, up on Primrose Hill
And I flew with them over the Great Wen till I had seen my fill
Of such poverty and misery sure to tear my soul apart
Ive got a socialism of the heart, Ive got a socialism of the heart
Im going upfield, way up on the hillside
Im going higher than Ive ever been before
Thats where youll find me, over the horizon
Wading in the river, reaching for that other shore
The angels asked me how I felt about all Id seen and heard
That they spoke to me, a pagan, gave me cause to doubt their word
But they laughed and said: 'I doesnt matter if youll help us in our art
Youve got a socialism of the heart, youve got a socialism of the heart'
Im going upfield, way up on the hillside
Im going higher than Ive ever been before
Thats where youll find me, over the horizon
Wading in the river, reaching for that other shore
Their faces shone and they were gone and I was left alone
I walked these ancient empire streets till I came tearful to my home
And when I woke next morning, I vowed to play my part
Ive got a socialism of the heart, Ive got a socialism of the heart
Im going upfield, way up on the hillside
Im going higher than Ive ever been before
Thats where youll find me, over the horizon
Wading in the river, reaching for that other shore