The changed face of Britain

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