Lying in Bed
You’ve climbed the stairs to Bedfordshire
And left the world behind,
The wooden hill to Bedfordshire
Where all are deaf and blind.
They speak the truth in Bedfordshire,
Of bliss and ruth in Bedfordshire,
Where mind speaks out to mind,
And no-one is unkind.
Across the skies to Bedfordshire
You’ve sailed without a chart,
To dream in deepest Bedfordshire
Where all the passions start.
Lie down in bright, white Bedfordshire,
Put on the night in Bedfordshire,
And find a place apart,
To listen to your heart.
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