Marillion

A ghost of a mist was on the field
The grey and the green together
The noise of a distant farm machine
Out of it the first light came

A tatered necklace of hedge end trees
On the southern side of the hill
Betrays where the border runs between
Where Mary Dunoon's boy fell

Easter here again
A time for the Blind to see
Easter
Surely now can all of your hearts be free