I say Lord, don't miss me
In the shadow of the abbey,
My prayers for your ark,
My enchanted chapel of nuns;
My tower room full of yellow light.

And Lord, do not get me lost
At these crossroads
Where the signpost is bent
Its fingers pointing to the four corners
Of the drunken Earth.

For when the undergrowth of night
Sob spirits from each stone, and
When death overhangs each vine;
Lord, spare me the sadness
Of the deep black pond.

You shall welcome my song
My soft words, my thoughts,
To you Lord, my Saviour;
In the shadow of the abbey,
Remember me, do not forget...

Even if the signpost is broken
And lays in the shape of a demon.