I wish I were on Cox Green road again
Near the heather Moors and the green hills.
Delivering Christmas post in winter sun
To small stone houses crouched against the rain
Beyond, the river runs towards the mills
I wish I were on Cox green road again
Once I took out parcels with a man
The rolling meadows aligned with my will
Delivering Christmas post in winter sun
I much preferred to walk than ride the van
The images themselves with joy fulfill
I wish I were in Cox green road again
Who knew work so hard could be such fun?
As I walk I see old Winter Hill
Im delivering Christmas post in winter sun
And then my mind with greenness becomes still
I become the earth and all is well
I wish I were in Cox Green road again
Delivering Christmas post in winter sun
