The Hills of Cinnamon

If you wake up and you’re alone
And every dream is gone
Hurry my love and run away
To the hills of cinnamon
We can voyage to the moonflowers
The countdown has begun
The last roses and the quinces and the snowdrops are waiting
On the hills of cinnamon
On the hills of cinnamon
So shall we bend our heads like tulips
With our family or friends
Faces close together for a photograph
On the hills of cinnamon
Or shall I see you at the retail park
Can I call you my Yvonne
Can I kiss you in the porter cabin
By the hills of cinnamon
By the hills of cinnamon
First there was spitfires then the Beatles
We thought the battle had been won
Now there’s just money but there’s nothing to be shared
Amongst the hills of cinnamon
Some maintain their innocence
And some say «see you anon»
Me, I’ll just take my chances in the hills
The hills of cinnamon
In the hills of cinnamon
How did you lose your accent?
I’m asking for a friend
For there ain’t no use in trying to forget you come
From the hills of cinnamon
From the hills of cinnamon
I hear the sound of the cicadas
Throughout the ruins of this old barn
Palm Sunday in Lafayette is dragging on
By the hills of cinnamon
So who goes and who gets left behind
With just a shelter of chiffon
Close your eyes, fall in love and dream again
On the hills of cinnamon
On the hills of cinnamon