And Now, Dear Lord, I Cannot Wait

And Behind Their Frail Partitions Business Women Lie And Soak, Seeing Through The Draughty Skylight Flying Clouds And Railway Smoke. Rest You There, Poor Unbelov'd Ones, Lap Your Loneliness In Heat, All Too Soon The Tiny Breakfast, Trolley-bus And Windy Street!

Norfolk Would Not Be Norfolk Without A Church Tower On The Horizon Or Round A Corner Up A Lane. We Cannot Spare A Single Norfolk Church. When A Church Has Been Pulled Down The Country Seems Empty Or Is Like A Necklace With A Jewel Missing.

It's Strange That Those We Miss The Most Are Those We Take For Granted.

A Whispering And Watery Norfolk Sound Telling Of All The Moonlit Reeds Around.

Hymn Tunes Are The Nearest We've Got To English Folk Music.