Richmond
Last night I had Richmond on my mind
A little paradise lost in space and time
It took me twenty-five years to find
This place of splendour,poetry and rhyme
I spend my mornings down by the river Swale
With its water skipping from stone to stone
And Alan the Red with his face ghostly pale
Looks down from where once his banner shone
The Frairy bell tower stands with majestic pride
Amidst gardens of green and beds of flowers
And the fair maidens and stout lads together stride
Bewildered by her beauty and magical powers
At Richmond where my thougths are merry
I will linger in her forgotten sanctuary