2 The Grassy Banks Of The Leen Poem by Casual Diamond

I shall arise, travel there once more
Go to where I've enjoyed before
And there a small lodge I'll build.
Fill it with precious things.

I shall have peace there
Despite peace falling slowly upon me
I shall listen to the rustling of the reeds
Should the breeze come to me

When the midnight's moonlight creeps over the hill
I'll watch the chuckling river's flow
Sparkling with diamonds in the undertow
And smile, for morning is close

With a golden dawn and mist
Comes the early lark's call
Goodbye to roadways and pavements grey
Here is where I'll have it all