
Date of issue: 13.07.2017
Song language: English
The Leaden Stour |
Down by the leaden Stour the miller’s tale is at an end. |
In a wood at the |
water’s edge rooks are nesting overhead. |
Here, beneath the clouds, |
black waters rise again |
Down by the leaden Stour fog is settling on the elds, pathways disappear, |
footfalls led astray |
By the riverside |
A penny for the ferry |
New stones for the churchyard. |
A hundred years have passed, black waters rise |
again |
Down by the leaden Stour hawks are circling overhead. |
A sundial by the yew |
trees, a guinea for a life |
By the riverside |
There’s wood for the gallows and food for the crows |
The carriers of souls |
Black waters rise |
One hundred years have passed, black waters rise again |
By a curve of the river |
At the end of the road |
Black waters rise again |