The vista dips down to the churning river
The currents bubble flow and swirl
The whirlpools drift and then mingle
The flow that leads us to the sea.
Up the vista swoops the valley
Across the flow there lies a church
The spire needling, straight aloft
The patterned landscape rises up
Distant buildings on distant banksides
Visible just through the morning haze
Those lights that glimmer in the daybreak
Swirling through that Autumnal glow
Through that mist we drag ourselves
Through those currents and that haze
Through the daybreaks and the evenings
Travelling through life’s eternal maze
Towards that destination
The one the same for all
The lights they seem ever nearer
The lights they seem to slip away.
There is no silence in the vista
There is no peace within those days
The journey’s path makes no difference
In the end we’ll find our graves
Those currents drag you under
Those mists envelope your soul
Why the struggle ever onwards
Why do we burrow as a mole?
Blind and velvet in those dingles
Of our graves so fresh and cold
The trial of strength of every day-break
That current comes and flows and mingles
So that current takes us on its journey
Through that landscape and its joys
Through those eddies and those backwaters
To the everflowing sea.