i get on
and beg the driver
to drive me away oh,
to take me away from these roads
and this city this noise
won't you please for
i am a rural soul
oh
driver can't you now just,
refill the fen and just,
rebase me back
and i'll
live with the eels and i'll
skitter on the surface
and i'll
be that quiet mystery
who maintains the light and
awaits you at the end of that
long wicken night
other things said
and when i'm gone
don't let the oxen
keep trampling the waves
let them be
let them be
last pay withheld by
my employer previous
their final insult is
as tedious as devious