Some years ago now, I took a walk one November Sunday afternoon from my Torbay   

residence to the village of Galmpton beside the River Dart.  There, among trees devoid

of leaves, a lone robin sang out in the autumn air.  At that moment it seemed that he

was singing just for me. NOTE.:The word "quay" is pronounced "kee" here in the UK.

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The robin sang his song to me

When I walked out by Galmpton Quay;

Alone, he sang at twilight's gleam

Beside the darkening Devon stream.

 

I am Life, his sweet song said,

An angel's voice above my head.

Exulting in his melody,

The robin sang his song for me.

 

The tiny song-bird touched my heart,

That day beside the dreaming Dart.

My spirit soared as I passed by

And joined the robin in the sky.

 

The robin red-breast will I seek

That sings his song by Galmpton Creek,

And sang his song of joy to me

When I walked out by Galmpton Quay.

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