And Now, Dear Lord, I Cannot Wait

Ludlow....is Probably The Loveliest Town In England With Its Hill Of Georgian Houses Ascending From The River Teme To The Great Tower Of The Cross-shaped Church, Rising Behind A Classic Market Building.

Now If The Harvest Is Over, And The World Cold, Give Me The Bonus Of Laughter, As I Lose Hold.

I Have A Vision Of The Future, Chum. The Workers Flats In Fields Of Soya Beans Tower Up Like Silver Pencils, Score On Score.

Imprisoned In A Cage Of Sound, Even The Trivial Seems Profound

Lord, Reserve For Me A Crown, And Do Not Let My Shares Go Down.