Long
before Richeldis
Saw her vision here
I flowed through these meadows
Year after year
Then watched as kings and queens
With their retinues came
Slowly walking barefoot
Down the lane
And witnessed
close by
The destruction and the fall
As Henry's men tore down
Each priory wall
Then on through
centuries
When Walsingham decayed
And no more pilgrims
In the taverns stayed
Until they
rediscovered
The old, old holy shrines
And found again the light
That Mary shines
And so I will be
flowing
Upon my endless plain
Until the whole of Norfolk
Be ruin once again
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