The Kingdom of the Living and the Dead
The kingdom of the living and the dead Perhaps is somewhere just within our head;
In a Church
A candle lit for him, a candle lit for her, In quiet amidst twelve shining tongues of light.
Our Sun, Our Moon
A glittering sun looks west in morning sky, A melancholy moon returns his haughty gaze.
The Night Wind
Like a soft drum roll or a bass recorder The rising moan of a night time wind
Elgar at Birchwood
Horse-drawn over country they arrived, Man with the nation's music in his head