Somewhere in the United States (probably), in the late 80’s (maybe).

This is a song my dad taught me when I was a kid.
That’s a lie.
This is a song I learned from some kids in the alley behind the theatre
That’s a lie too.
I learned this from Gregory Peck.
That too is a lie.
They’re all lies.
The whole song is a lie.
No it’s not.
I learned this from Pavarotti…

The bats are in the belfry
The dew is on the moor
Where are the arms that held me
And pledged her love before
And pledged her love before

And it’s such a sad old feeling
All the fields are soft and green
It’s memories that I’m stealing
But you’re innocent when you dream
When you dream
You’re innocent when you dream
When you dream
You’re innocent when you dream

I made a golden promise
That we would never part
I gave my love a locket
And then I broke her heart
And then I broke her heart

And it’s such a sad old feeling
All of the fields are soft and green
And it’s memories that I’m stealing
But you’re innocent when you dream
When you dream
You’re innocent when you dream
When you dream
You’re innocent when you dream

We’ve running through the graveyard
And we laughed, my friends and I
We swore we’d be together
Until the day we died
Until the day we died

And it’s such a sad old feeling
All of the fields are soft and green
And it’s memories that I’m stealing
But you’re innocent when you dream
When you dream
You’re innocent when you dream
When you dream
You’re innocent when you dream

And it’s such a sad old feeling
The fields are soft and green
And it’s memories that I’m stealing
But you’re innocent when you dream
When you dream
You’re innocent when you dream
When you dream
You’re innocent when you dream