Meadowsweet

Words, John Fitzpatrick & Michelle Wooderson
Music, Michelle Wooderson

Gathering Meadowsweet
Warm wind blowing, bracken at my feet
Skylarks, dunlins, terns
These gifts for me at the edge of the world
All will be well
All will be well

And shoring up the tide
For me, a glimpse of sea
The secret sort you get the chance of near the coast
Between the skylines and the One who beckons us the most
When you know there’s something out there
Just beyond
Take a breath…
Just listen…..
The world’s only a pond