In this time of physical pain
In this time of physical pain
And mentally prepared dullness
The union flag waves
The union flag waves as the sunlight streams
The union flag waves
As the sunlight streams through windows
The blue sky
The blue sky with nary a cloud
The blue sky with nary a cloud
To cover the Lincolnshire Wolds
In this time
In this time of cushions on settees
In this time of cushions on settees
And a pot of tea on the table
The room is still
The room is still and once was quiet
The room is still and once was quiet
Quiet, and impeccably peaceful
The house
The house comes to life
The house comes to life
With the first sounds of the day
In this time
In this time of dew on the grass
In this time of dew on the grass
And birdsong in the garden
The writer writes
The writer writes to ease his pain
The writer writes to ease his pain
And thus begins his own mourning
The commentator looks on
The commentator looks on to the shadows cast
The commentator looks on to the shadows cast
And towards the long thoughts lost
