if it s okay i m going to the rocky garden full of stars can t you find the time to meet me there i fear it s very far you provoked me to be lonely words are geographical every time i see you on the bunhill fields i can t want to let it go it s like a tumbling tumbling field i can t want to let it go shoelace came undone that morning i kneeled down to tie it up bumped into a man quite broken he d been cruelly beaten up i suppose it s less dangerous to run than to just walk around every time i see you on the bunhill fields i can t want to let it go it s like a tumbling tumbling field i can t want to let it go