Press send

 Can you hold her

While the bridges hold

And the golden sunlight

Falls in folds

Can you take her in your

arms and told

Like the story of your 

Beginning un

Fold

She is our

Beginning

She is your end

She is all the Winning

And all the peaceful fens

She is the grass in the meadow

And

She is your friend

The last one you will

Ever touch

Or

Hold 

Close

To

the