They built the Church on the land
Near the river
Frith field
Where the frith are thrifty
And the lost souls who ended up in
Prison
Were down in the gulley
Where the river ran
Just as in Purgatory
Caught between the river of hell
And the meadows of heaven
And they tried to pull them up hill
They tried with all their might
That hallowed ground
Steady as a rock
On the back of solid lime stone
Somewhere beneath
The courses of trickles of water
In rocks
That have not moved for a thousand million years
And if that is strength
Then it is strength from Earth not Heaven
Where are the Vespers in the Vapours?
The Compline in the afternoons?
Just hard facts
Give me hard facts to rest my peace of mind on
