THE NORFOLK SONG

I'm perturbed by the sight,
And I'm moved by the light,
Angels weep at the Sabbath, and sighing - 
Others weep at the angels' crying

Fly with me child
Fly with me child

The water may part but it moves on,
The rocks underneath it they hold strong,
Though scarred from erosion they no longer cry

Hurt Hurt and then move on
Hurt Hurt but they hold strong