A little town

A man passed by the cottage with a horse
Leading it around  on a  short rope
The horse was  happy  though its coat was coarse
A man passed by the cottage with a horse
He said  it  will resist  and must be forced
To  go back  home for freedom is its hope
A man passed by the cottage with a horse
Leading it around  on a  short rope

Castleacre built from ruined  choir
The monumental Abbey  wild men  broke
The people built their houses, lit their fires
Castleacre built from ruined  choir
Thomas Cromwell fell into the mire
He was executed not by fire
Beheaded and uncovered without smoke
Castleacre built from ruined  choir
The Abbey  and its beauty strong men  broke

Now the town is peaceful  and remote
A piper played  as  round the ruin we walked
In a  little postcard love I wrote
As the town is peaceful  and remote
In a   river in the valley  float
Bits of paper,billets doux or jokes
The remnants of the castle have no moat
We stood to gether with no need to talk
Now the town is peaceful  and remote
A piper played  as  round the ruin we walked