More complex than our mind is nature green
The River Lee still murmurs as it flows
Waltham abbey, Eleanor her cross
In the sun, the kingfisher still glows.
Through the fields the river sings her song.
There are grassy banks where we once rolled.
Is there still an innocence of heart?
The shepherd guides the flock into the fold.
In the abbey crypt the sacred dwells
Near the yew trees and king Harold’s grave.
Once there would have been the sound of bells
And in-our hearts we felt that Jesus saves
Let the world receive the humble child.
Who can see the gods in,this world wild?
How my heart sings 