Oh, allow me freely to travel with a heart like feather,
Over green moors adorned with purple heather.
Allow my aimless wander in this land of boundless glory,
My spirit be raised from life’s deep quarry.
Let me walk on ageless ripples of rocks and stones,
Rolling hills of varied colours and different tones.
Let lines be traced on fields of Jason’s fleece,
Sorrows cast to yellow waves heaved by summer’s breeze.
Let acquaintances be made with birch, oak and conker,
And friends be made with daffodils and elder.
Let stroll and roll in quaint country lanes,
and savour all wonders till daylight wanes.
This dream, I dream under celestial cover,
All hopes and joy shall begin to muster.
But till then, till when I wander again,
My heart will yearn for thy green and pleasant land.