Lyrics:

(Brooker Reid) It's not that I'm so cheerful, though I'll always raise a smile and if at times my nonsense rhymes then I'll stand trial My friends are all around me but they only breathe through fear Were I to cry, I'm sure that still they'd never see a tear In darkness through my being here, away from you the bright light of your star confronts me shining through Dull and sullen, much subdued, my skull a stony glaze Whirlpools rage on constantly, I'm not so well these days There must be something somewhere near who sees what's being done The harbour lights are burning bright, my wax is almost run In darkness through my being here, away from you the bright light of your star confronts me, shining through Come Lollard, raise your lute and sing, and to my ears her beauty bring like Maddox in the days of old we'll feast and drink until we fold And folding still we'll spare a thought for what's been lost and what's been caught and maybe then begin again for love is life, not poison In darkness through my being here, away from you the bright light of your star confronts me, shining through