Ghost in the Fen - Peter Adams

Lord lay me down

Lead me gently to the underground

I’ll feel the fires licking around

Born in the cold

With the rats and creeping mold

Down in the deep where everything sleeps

Rascals away, let me sing to my grave

To sooth her for what she must bear

Ghost in the Fen, find my station within

And hope I’ll be dancing somewhere

Pull me along

Sip me hollow with this Earthly song

Tune to the felled trees' fungus in bloom

Ghost in the Fen

Let my songs swim again

In summers of beauty and pain