When it is my time
Where will I find those rooms, rooms
I once found by being so so clandestine
The old places
Are no longer there
Or they have been changed
Beyond compare
I might be on a mountain
In a log cabin
With an outdoor veranda
For a rocking chair
The old places
Are no longer there
Or they have been changed
Beyond compare
I might be in a valley
In a mill workers house
With three narrow storeys
And pull-up stairs
The old places
Are no longer there
Or they have been changed
Beyond compare
I might be on retreat
With the Benedictine Monks
At Buckfast Abbey
Or Ampleforth
The old places
They are still there
They haven’t changed
But remained beyond compare
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| Christopher's Website for his Collected Works |
