
Morecambe Bay has quicksands, fens have mud
Water can destroy the world by flood
Yet children on the seashores linger long
Playing on the borders of the land
Morecambe Bay has quicksands, fens have mud
Water can destroy the world by flood
Yet children on the seashores linger long
Playing on the borders of the land
Now all the tree is gleaming in the sun
Red and golden light shines out again
My heart is happy as I wield my pen
The metaphoric sun will dry the Fen