The village church upon the hill Has had its fill Of bodies under slabs so still. A thousand years the tower has sto… Originally was made of wood,

This shyness is a burden to me That makes me feel a sham, That makes me blush so freely Me, a grown-up man. Blushing certainly holds me back,

Where I park my old car Behind the fence At the back of my garden The pink and yellow honeysuckle, s… Hangs down and encloses it,

Things that we carry In our heads Are sometimes too heavy to bear, Too heavy to live with, Too raw to share,

Gather them in, Those abundant words, Gather them in, And juggle them up and down, And round and round,

She was so tender, So loving, so giving, Both virgins, such sweetness, Meeting in that front room In her sister’s house

The light we see From extinguished stars Travels ever on, free, So that someone On a star, who once looked on,

Our Winter clothes are long undon… The May-blossom has been and gone… So fast the seasons run, And summer’s warmth has just begun… Swallows veering low and high