The river cannot change its path again
Its ancient waters soaked up all the rain
An icy glacier chiselled through hard rock
Leaving Epping Forest on the top.
Now we find the bodies of the dead
Murder victims, kidnapped as they fled
Women cooked the dinner,fed the child
With the wolves and foxes to abide
The husband who was wealthy should have paid.
Though wives are not unique in any way.
How my heart sings 