I want to move to Whaley Bridge where peace is ocean deep.
I want to sit and stare and stay and soothe my soul with sleep.
I want to move to Whaley Bridge to watch the flowers grow.
I want to wander down the wharf where holy waters flow.
I want to rest my weary bones beside that old canal,
Read Proust, Rousseau, Stendhal, Moliere
Flaubert, Balzac, Pascal!
I want to scribe with peaceful pen beneath a shiny star,
Perform my rhymes of raw romance at Whaley Reservoir.
I want to spend my twilight years with wife I love and trust,
At Whaley Bridge shed my last tears before I turn to dust.