grantchester meadows

• boyle de sozleri vardir:
  
  "icy wind of night be gone this is not your domain"
  
  in the sky a bird was heard to cry
  misty morning whisperings and gentle stirring sounds
  belie the deathly silence that lay all around
  
  hear the lark harken to the barking of the dark fox
  gone to ground
  see the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water
  and a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees
  laughing as it passes through the endless summer
  making for the sea
  
  in the lazy water meadow i lay me down
  all around me golden sun flakes settle on the ground
  basking in the sunshine of a bygone afternoon
  bringing sounds of yesterday into this city room
  
  hear the lark harken to the barking of the dark fox
  gone to ground
  see the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water
  and a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees
  
  in the lazy water meadow i lay me down
  all around me golden sun flakes covering the ground
  basking in the sunshine of a bygone afternoon
  bringing sounds of yesterday into this city room
  
  hear the lark harken to the barking of the dark fox
  gone to ground
  see the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water
  and a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees