High Water

High up on the rock face, up on Simon's Seat

Springing from the veins, of the fellside bleak

Swollen by the waters of a hundred streams

River Kent is rising

Rumbles through our dreams

Draws us out to sea

Calling us to turn the tide

Infant, youth and man

I gaze from where I stand

Into the Kent by Waterside

A flagstone made to measure this high watermark

The 'Auld Grey Town' has risen an hour before the dark

Snuff and wool and leather, cloth of Kendal Green

The river now receding

Taunts me in it's slide

Wounds a youthfull pride

Calling us to turn the tide

Infant, youth and man

I gaze from where I stand

Into the Kent by Waterside

Armistice day morning down by Waterside

Johnny casts his gaze beyond the waves that glide

On Miller bank, the fog like gun smoke in the trees

The husk of a tank once hollow

Haunts our waking dream

A grayscale nightmare scene

Calling us to turn the tide

Infant, youth and man

I gaze from where I stand

Into the Kent by Waterside

A Striding Edge song written by Mike Willoughby p+C 2007

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