By Blythburgh church, the cottage was unique At night the floodlight made me catch my breath So beautiful the sight,I could not speak I felt my soul awaken from its sleep The Cathedral of the marshes is unique The soaring space,the stone, the river deep The images that fade, the angels’ laugh By Blythburgh church, the cottage was unique In the dark , the floodlight caught my breath
I missed the flowering of the maple tree Where red leaves swell like baby’s growing fists i fear to struggle there, what shall I see, Just the doves and sparrows flying free? Missed the flowering of the maple tree But watched less subtle human comedy Saw politicians flounder, saw ships list Missed the burning of some red leaved tree I wonder when they’ll break the baby’s wrists?
We climbed a stile oh what a reservoir Water from our hills served other towns If you’re listening, theres no editor We climbed a stile, surprised the reservoir We don’t have our pure water anymore We may have perfect kitchens but we frown We loved the stile, we saw the reservoir Water from our hills stole by yon’ towns
Love and structure made our life secure Although outside our tent, the gales still blew Now alone,I fear I can’t endure Your loving presence made my life secure Now I stand on air ,supportless,poor Love and structure made our life secure Now I am afraid and pale my hue Love and blindness made us feel secure I forgot ,outside the tent, wild gales still blew
All we had was the cooker and the bed I bought some sheets and blankets up the road The Coop had a shop, it saved my head All we had was the cooker and the bed We must have had some plates, yes, they were red Indicating we were not well bred Cutlery and mugs were gifts bestowed All we had was much love and a bed I made a meal and after that we flowed
The face that was familiar now is lost You seem as far away as is the moon My heart has paid for you the savage cost The face that was so loved, by now is lost And my own inner being is fear- tossed Though five long, weary years have wandered past I no longer fear to meet my doom The face that was familiar now is lost Love seems far away, like a new moon
Your hands were warm , your inner fire burned bright Your piercing eye was also deep and blue As if inside there glowed deep flames of light You could see and feel what poets wrote Your hands were warm,your mind and heart burned bright I wonder if you’d felt what others sought Though you are no more, you haunt my view Your heart was warm, the fires of love were bright Your piercing eye, a hawk, an eagle too
When must we be cautious, when let go? Who knows how to choose the better part When to use our will and when to flow When to plant the seed and watch it grow When ought we be cautious, when let go? When to bend as wilder winds can blow How to live,the art that needs our hearts When may we be cautious, when let go? Who knows how to guess the better part?
The eyes that gazed on me with love profound The hand the touched me with caresses true The one who made me happy on earth’s ground Who loved the words, who loved the entire song Who loved me with rare subtlety of mind Whose love was strong, whose being was most kind And thus with all his qualities imbued The eyes that gazed, delighted I was found The hand, the touch, the giving , taking true