I wish I were in Walsingham again
The great arch of the abbey standing near
The silver stream the bridges and the path
I wish that you were near,my love,my dear.
I wish we were in Brancaster today.
The cottage on the coast, the sea so near
We were running on the sands the tide was high,
The yellow gorse had thorns, the scent was pure
We saw the swans at Wells we saw the barge
No refugees were housed there,now,’m scared
Will they store folk in a jumbo jet and fly
I cannot count the rumours I have heard
I wish we were in Norfolk by the sea.
Hosting refugees for Easter tea