Lyrics:

(Brooker Reid)It's not that I'm so cheerful, though I'll always raise a smileand if at times my nonsense rhymes then I'll stand trialMy friends are all around me but they only breathe through fearWere I to cry, I'm sure that still they'd never see a tearIn darkness through my being here, away from youthe bright light of your star confronts me shining throughDull and sullen, much subdued, my skull a stony glazeWhirlpools rage on constantly, I'm not so well these daysThere must be something somewhere near who sees what's being doneThe harbour lights are burning bright, my wax is almost runIn darkness through my being here, away from youthe bright light of your star confronts me, shining throughCome Lollard, raise your lute and sing, and to my ears her beauty bringlike Maddox in the days of old we'll feast and drink until we foldAnd folding still we'll spare a thought for what's been lost and what's been caughtand maybe then begin again for love is life, not poisonIn darkness through my being here, away from youthe bright light of your star confronts me, shining through