Swifts, Swains, and Leafy Lanes
Swifts and swains, leafy lanes,
This country brings them near,
As a lover to his lass
And a woodsman to his deer.
Swifts and swains, leafy lanes,
This country brings them near,
Resplendent in it's finery
Thoughts of field and pasture, enrapture
And capture fair memories of my youth.
Days of love and laughter, yet laughter, thereafter
Allayed to leave but truth
Scenes of church and priory inspire me
And fire me to dwell on times gone by.
Hours of merry making when pleasures were for taking
How can they all die now
Middle 8
The pain of my forlorn love has been
This countryside of Lincoln Green
Evetide warblers trilling, with dulcet tones instilling,
Ideas wich weren't denied.
Yet brief was your bold passion
For one man was not fashion
So love is cast aside.
God Must Doubt
Your beauty is perfection as two notes rhymed in harmony
Your faults, I can detect none, for God must doubt there are any
Lincolshire Lullaby
Song of lovebir, speed soon to your window.
Oh lady be mine tonight
S of sweet words, speak soft by your pillow.
To woo you while sun slips from sight
Evening descending, day's at an ending
The ploughboy lays down his share
Lincoln sleeps still, from valley to hill,
The silence of night is there.
May gardens of roses, crimsoned fragrance expounding
Adorn your dreamfields tonight.
And as day closes, waning with twilight surrounding
Then let our love's eager flame burn bright
While woodland's sleeping
No-one is peeping
Just moonbeams leaping
Tonight
Thus falls the darkness, watching the world lie yawning,
It turns the day safe tonight.
So sleep sound my darling, slumber on till the morning
Brings forth her blessed blanket of light.
Celestial Light
Sparkling dew soaks the dawn grass,
Announcing the nightime's decay
Morning larks on the lawns massed
Signify a new born day
Welcomed rays that the sun casts.
Gleam brighter in every single way.
Now from the dismal gloom
Of nights incarcerate tomb
Shines your celestial light
Heavenly, sacred sight,
Shine on celestial light
A year's full cycle
Are dead and gone long ago
Lambs are playing Sherwood's arraying
Her leafy splendour for to show
You're as fresh as the daybreak
As radiant as the early morning sun
All the weathering of the years make
Your splendour a sight second to none
And mortals from their sleep will wake
To view you for a thousand years on.
Middle 8
Cathedral's spark set light to dark