Grimbeau

Thigh deep wading in the river,
Fading lilies in her hair she whistles
Cool air as the black night rests
A retinue in St. Cuthbert’s belfry

Fading lilies in her hair she whistles
This is not the dawn of last year:
A retinue in St. Cuthbert’s belfry
Knows it is another night of wonder

This is not the dawn of last year,
For there, beyond the railway sleeper
The retinue in St. Cuthbert’s belfry
Know Love is rising

Here, beyond the railway sleeper
Thigh deep wading in the river,
Fresh Love is rising from
Cool air as the black night rests.