The grass around the Abbey is short green
Nearby the cross of Eleanor is seen
Ancient Royal people, Harald slain
Buried near the Cross of Aquitaine
The grass around the Abbey is short green
Nearby the cross of Eleanor is seen
Ancient Royal people, Harald slain
Buried near the Cross of Aquitaine
How sweet the river bank in grassy fields
Unperturbed by Cromwell and his men
Again it’s full of peace,no monk nor nun
Naught remains but one nave broken, healed.
God is not the cold condemning Judge
He is a Golden Light,he loves us much
We meet him in our agonised despair
When doubts have killed us like the lack of air.
He will warm us; we can live again.
Despite the suffering and the intense pain.
He will come to us in tongues of flame.
Mysterious fire,oh love without a name