Where hedgerows twitch with flitting flight

I'll sit and think of you,

the Lapwing and the Common Snipe,

the Dunlin and Curlew...

 

the lilting peace of song and breeze

migrates my restless mind,

and like the feathered wing with ease

I'll leave this earth behind...

 

to fly to where you may have flown,

no need of worldly ties,

just as the birds are raised and blown

beneath these endless skies...

 

though I may never find your way

I'll follow where you trod,

and hold your memory every day

that you are not forgot.