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I'm going upfield, way up on the hillsideI'm going higher than I've ever been beforeThat's where you'll find me, over the horizonWading in the river, reaching for that other shoreI dreamed I saw a tree full of angels, up on Primrose HillAnd I flew with them over the Great Wen till I had seen my fillOf such poverty and misery, sure to tear my soul apartI've got a socialism of the heart, I've got a socialism of the heartI'm going upfield, way up on the hillsideI'm going higher than I've ever been beforeThat's where you'll find me, over the horizonWading in the river, reaching for that other shoreThe angels asked me how I felt about all I'd seen and heardThat they spoke to me, a pagan, gave me cause to doubt their wordBut they laughed and said "It doesn't matter if you'll help us in our artYou've got a socialism of the heart, you've got a socialism of the heart"I'm going upfield, way up on the hillsideI'm going higher than I've ever been beforeThat's where you'll find me, over the horizonWading in the river, reaching for that other shoreTheir faces shone and they were gone and I was left aloneI walked these ancient empire streets till I came tearful to my homeAnd when I woke next morning, I vowed to play my partI've got a socialism of the heart, I've got a socialism of the heartI'm going upfield, way up on the hillsideI'm going higher than I've ever been beforeThat's where you'll find me, over the horizonWading in the river, reaching for that other shore From Letras Mania