Walking to Wedmore

 Walking to Wedmore on a Sunny

Sunday morning

And the path is like a limosine that just runs on

And the river's like a swimmer's scene which lies in blatant sun

And the blackthorn flower, white as any nun

And Hawthorn stands in towers of the Chaffinch song

As primrose's sun's powers pray to all

And ferns are like the hallowed specks that drip and drop

I'm walking into Wedmore on a beautiful sunny morn

This is how the song goes, the song goes on and on, the song goes on and on

The fields lay so beautiful around the lightning swan

And the sun goes climbing skyward as the song is sung

Walking into Wedmore the sun shines on and on 

Beautiful sunny flowers on the road to marathon

And it keeps on going on