Now, on the night that I tell of A little Wild Thing had gone drifting over the waste Till it came right up to the walls of the cathedral And danced upon the images of the coloured saints As they lay in the water among the reflection of the stars ♪ The sound of the organ roared over the marshes, But the song and prayers of the people streamed up From the cathedral's highest tower like thin gold chains And reached to Paradise, and up and down them Went the angels from Paradise to the people And from the people to Paradise again I saw the light Passing through the stained-glass windows Coloring the swamp The candle flames Were reflected on the water While I felt that my whole world was getting dark No, now the stars are not enough Nor even the frost and the snow Neither the marsh Nor the singing of the wildfowl I only wish to have a soul