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You’re alright in the end if you know where you are

The rest takes care of its own

A map and a compass is all that you need

When you’re weary and longing for home

Set the sail, weigh the anchor, and haul across brine and foam

In a climate where grief fills the air

Every fresh breath renews despair

And the promise of grace is forever withheld

And all the clamoring prayers and bells

Are vain idol noises of souls broken past repair

I can stand the dirt and the crowds and the cold

And the daily doses of pain

I can live if I need underneath tide and wind?

But I just can’t stand any more rain

Shenandoah, I long to hear you, roll away you rolling river

Haul away we’re bound to go, across the wide Missouri

Here’s London my mother my home

The fount of all glories, in gracious repose

All the banks of the Thames moored in tradition

Here’s Milton and Marlowe and Greavsey and Dickens

God save the queen and god bless her glorious throne

Tell me sir, what do you see?

Madame, Princes and palaces and maybe the queen

Manicured orchids, Flowers and dog shows

Where people with orchids in buttonholes stroll

Gay, handsome faces, rounding their mouths over tea

That’s not what it’s like not in Acton or Tottenham not Suffolk not Kensil rides

There’s acres of nothing but rubble and wretchedness

Grey upon grey, sigh upon sigh.

Shenandoah, I long to hear you, roll away you rolling river

To sail across the stormy ocean

Haul away, we’re bound to go, across the wide Missouri

First its breakfast of biscuits and tea

at the Victory Café, my best friend and me

Look at yesterday’s sports in today’s Herald Tribune'

Surveying the station we’d rather be

Past boiling faces and mouths full of brown broken teeth

Good evening sir, what will it be?

The usual please, a pint of bitter, pork pie and crisps for my dinner

A packet of number six please

Pull a pint for old Fred over there by the fruit machine

Consider this pub full of England’s fine treasures,

These thirty odd sets of malarial eyes

In second suits and broken umbrellas,

Cursing their dogs, their luck and their lives

Shenandoah, I took a notion, roll away you rolling river

To sail across the stormy ocean

Haul away, we’re bound to go, across the wide Missouri

In England I first lost my heart

In summer the grass grew tall

In autumn while dirty winds blew and pursued us

We sailed paper boats through the leaves on the pond

Then it rained every day, it seemed every day all day long

It was day after long rainy day

Of stumbling in shadows and turning away from the thousands small horrors

Nicely run funerals, dancing sorrows and endless parades

Of grey tiny souls in wool overcoats gathering rain

For five months in London I never saw nothing

But wet starving pigeons and pints of warm of beer

While cats clawed in windowpanes cursing the rain

We were sobbing in riddles, talking in tears

Shenandoah, I love your daughter, roll away you rolling river

I’ll take her cross the shining water

Haul away we’re bound to go, across the wide Missouri

From softly sweet Thames to the sea past the flat sullen roofs and water

stained streets

East past St. Pauls past the gasworks at Hackney past black slanting shambles

of… Stepney

Run softly sweet Thames

Past the rain and rubbish and tears

For every poor soul who somehow stops crying there’s another poor soul that

begins

So the sum of tears remains always constant

Filling the days, the months and the years

Shenandoah, I long to hear you, roll away you rolling river

Shenandoah I long to hear you

Haul away we’re bound to go, across the wide Missouri

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