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Wie bei fast jedem meiner Alben ist dies der obligatorische Folkrocksong. Endlich hat er auch einen vernünftigen Titel und einen Text, der von meinem Freund Richard Bellinghausen stammt.
On Saturday my mood always swings to cheerful
Right from the minute the weekend began
Advancing to the edge of the mighty forest
From Edwinstowe I walked to see my Mary-Anne
Meet my love at five beneath the Major Oak
She's a most alluring shepherdess
Leans against the tree, eyes closed while waiting there
In her finest watercolour dress
Twice her father called me a "low-life dawdler"
Though I work the barren soil every day
Hard to be so poor in a wealthy country
She vowed to always be my sweetheart anyway
In a realm unknown to us fairy folk exist
Watching over Mary-Anne in the clearing mist
At least I'm brave enough to confess I'm a coward
Once I had to run, pursued by a bear
The poetry my love likes to pin to tree trunks
Is slowing down my pace but always leads me there
Meet my love at five beneath the Major Oak
She's a most alluring shepherdess
Leans against the tree, eyes closed while waiting there
In her finest watercolour dress
She's never been a scrooge when it comes to hugging
Lying on a bed of sun-flooded moss
Sometimes she recites from a risqué stage play
Her lines are cherry-picked to get her point across
Meet my love at five beneath the Major Oak
She's a most alluring shepherdess
Leans against the tree, eyes closed while waiting there
In her finest watercolour dress
Right from the minute the weekend began
Advancing to the edge of the mighty forest
From Edwinstowe I walked to see my Mary-Anne
Meet my love at five beneath the Major Oak
She's a most alluring shepherdess
Leans against the tree, eyes closed while waiting there
In her finest watercolour dress
Twice her father called me a "low-life dawdler"
Though I work the barren soil every day
Hard to be so poor in a wealthy country
She vowed to always be my sweetheart anyway
In a realm unknown to us fairy folk exist
Watching over Mary-Anne in the clearing mist
At least I'm brave enough to confess I'm a coward
Once I had to run, pursued by a bear
The poetry my love likes to pin to tree trunks
Is slowing down my pace but always leads me there
Meet my love at five beneath the Major Oak
She's a most alluring shepherdess
Leans against the tree, eyes closed while waiting there
In her finest watercolour dress
She's never been a scrooge when it comes to hugging
Lying on a bed of sun-flooded moss
Sometimes she recites from a risqué stage play
Her lines are cherry-picked to get her point across
Meet my love at five beneath the Major Oak
She's a most alluring shepherdess
Leans against the tree, eyes closed while waiting there
In her finest watercolour dress
