Pass It On
This is the sweetest place
The mist and blossom kiss
And the willows lean down
To touch the snowdrops on the ground
This is the sweetest place
Fields and hedges, church and sky
The farmer and I
Await the geese to fly to Cley
And all that I know
Is carried in these things
Pass it on
This is the sweetest place
Tummy down on Windmill Bridge
In an ancient scene
We watch the eels swim upstream
This is the sweetest place
The rhythms are known and sure
Seeds in the spring
An autumn table for a king
And all that I dream
Is written in these things
Pass it on
This is the sweetest place
Following the road home
Through shades of England’s brown
To the pond, the common and the town
And all that I know
Is carried in these things
And all that I dream
Is written in these things
Pass it on