节奏：下 下下上 There’s a place near the road Where you fell, and said that you felt light But afraid of the way you ran Your eyes were always on the ground. Oh please, please Emily, take these memories of five-acre fields And the wind that runs and flies to corners of your lungs. Its better now I can take Make believe, and children and their aches And the sight of your paling hands And sighs whenever you would stand. Oh please, please Emily, take these memories of five-acre fields And the wind that runs and flies to corners of your lungs. And I need to tell you we still ride the railway on our Sundays I need to lie awake and hear the planes go on their southern run. Oh please, please Emily, take these memories of five-acre fields And the wind that runs and flies to corners of your lungs.