I Sent Off This Morning
Down The Road Along The River
Which I Take But Once A Year
My Walk Will Take Me By The Shore
Then Inland For A Mile Or More
From The Cold Sea Spray

A Small Wood Stands Upon The Hill
An Old House Near It Lies In Ruins
Forgotten Long Ago
And Here In A Clearing, Overgrown With Moss And Ivy
Is Your Lovely Grave

A Dusk I Will Make My Way
Along The Lanes And Through The Fields
To Where My Cottage Is
But Before I Step Inside For Bed
I'll Look Up At The Stars As We Had
All Those Years Ago

So Here's For Uncle Pat