Birmingham to Blackhorse Road we wandered
Through the smoke and the haze of winter
Birmingham to Blackhorse Road we wandered
Singing songs, singing songs of summer
I met you at the change of the century
Lay your diamond hands, lay your hands on me
On my way, my way through the garden
I cried foul at my love gone forever
Beyond the fence, there were men breaking horses
Breaking horses in the cruelest of weather
I met you at the change of the century
Lay your diamond hands, lay your hands on me