Protect me. O Lord
My boat is so small
And your sea is so big.
Protect me. O Lord
My boat is so small
And your sea is so big.
Half the misery in the world comes from trying to look, instead of trying to be, what one is not.
Bowing down in blind credulity, as is my custom before mere authority and the tradition of the elders, superstitiously swallowing…
I can’t forget the lane that goes from Steyning to the Ring In summer time, and on the Down how…