I wish we were in Standon by the ford
The river Stort, the placid cows, the sun
Oh, to be outdoors, the light to hoard
Without you you near I feel that I am shunned.
Up the hill we find the quiet church
We see the village spread out like a bed
We found this place although we did not search
I long to see your face though you are dead
Could I find you if I came at night
Shadows walk like ghosts by Prozac raised.
Could I find you in the morning light?
All I want is this, to see your face.
No one knows the mystery and the wealth
Is memory now a danger to my healtha?