Snow clouds hang like canopies forlorn,

Tinged with grey from lack of proper care,

While from the Channel sing the dread foghorns Sailors in the night long for new dawn.

Fear boats of refugees may still sail there.

Snow clouds hang like canopies well to

A dinghy holds the Saviour lately born

There is no space on earth safe from great fear 

F rom the Channel sigh the families drowned

From maternal’ space, Jesu is torn

His father holds his arms around those dear .

Snow clouds hang, are lacy wings no more The hearts of British ” natives” have turned sour Into Jesu’s side we thrust our spears 

Tune the channel.Requiems need scores

All lives now, and all of time is here Do not mistake the song of silent choirs.

Snow clouds hang like canopies forlorn,

While in the Channel, reckless are the horns