To Walberswick we went in that old boat

Th broken lamp   once lit our little night
In silent harmony, we read, or sewed and wrote
The smaller cheaper  lamp now  gives  me light

I wish the shining lamp was in my sight
Oh, your  mellow voice. I miss its notes
The broken lamp   once lit our little night

God does not assist me in my plight
Nor does he send me Joseph’s coloured coat
A smaller cheaper  lamp now  gives  me light

Remember Southwold and the river Blythe?
To Walberswick we went in that old boat
There we bought the lamp and blue bowls bright

Now memory is  of  teal green seas at Hythe
The burning  stubble, Saxon cliffs well-wrought
My smaller  world  seems withered, over scythed

Joy and sorrow twined teach  nothing’s bought
The sacred flame extinguished can’t be caught
The broken lamp   brings sorrow   to my sight
But shadowed memories  of our life  ignite