It's been a while since I rode out like this
Past the last houses
And into the birch trees
I found the old bikes where they always did sit
My father's nice grey one
We'd argue who gets it, oh
Reuben
Can't you remember?
Reuben
Can't you remember?
I read that the gods hang around these old trees
The branches touch heavens
Perhaps it's a doorway
I think it recalls when we lay at its feet
I'm going to ask it
I hope you'll forgive me
Reuben
Can't you remember?
Oh Reuben
Will you remember?
Can't you remember?
I hope that my years stretch as long and as deep
As that night that we cycled
I carried satsumas
We sat side by side underneath the big tree
Horizon, horizon
The sky did flash green and I
Reuben
Can't you remember?
Oh Reuben
Do you remember?
Can't you remember?
And maybe I'll see
Maybe I'll see
When I am old
When I am green
And maybe I'll sleep
And all of these things
Will shudder and go
To never be seen
And maybe its gone
It's only a stump
And the story I told
Will drift into everything
I think will turn
And cycle back home
Before I am old
Before I am green
Oh Reuben
Oh Reuben