The Hills of Cinnamon - The Lilac Time, Stephen Duffy, Ben Peeler

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