Take her cold hands
Place the snowdrops in her palms
And pushing through the wire
I have no choice but to follow you
Feel the weak sunlight on my skin

As I take my spade and place her
Forever by the birch trees

And there was another
But she wasn´t tamed
With the buzz of the flies
With a flick of her mane
And there was another
But she wasn´t you, you, you

Out of all the wild places I love
Out of all the wild places I love
Out of all the wild places I love
You are the most desolate

Faith is scattered like the birds
She would never bend to their
Commandments in life

Her freckled skin couldn´t bear the weight
Take her cold hand by the lake
Place the spade into my amorous arms
As I lie my coat down for her one more time

And there was another
But she wasn´t changed
With the buzz of the flies
With the flick of her mane
And there was another
But we won´t see her again, again, again

Out of all the wild places I love
Out of all the wild places I love
Out of all the wild places I love
Yours is the most desolate