The river is glinting at Kingfisher-bridge
The midges are flitting and, it is my wish
That you are the shimmer, that you are still living
That you are the heaven in this

I paddle in shallows that narrow and dam
The pastures are fallow and I am that land
The hand of the farmer that scatters and gathers
The pathways, the ash and the sand

The moon cools the new shoots and lumins the pools
The beautiful-blues can be curiously-cruel
But good brooks the fury and looks to the future
The humane, the wounded, the new

The dawn of the morning is fortunate-born
The borders are falling but, sorrow is long
The call of tomorrow, the jaundice, the wrong-roads
The corners, the longing, the fond.

Lyrics by David Paton