Patrick Kavanagh - Canal Bank Walk lyrics

Leafy-with-love banks and the green waters of the can*l Pouring redemption for me, that I do The will of God, wallow in the habitual, the ban*l, Grow with nature again as before I grew. The bright stick trapped, the breeze adding a third Party to the couple kissing on an old seat, And a bird gathering materials for the nest for the Word Eloquently new and abandoned to its delirious beat. O unworn word enrapture me, encapture me in a web Of fabulous gra** and eternal voices by a beech, Feed the gaping need of my senses, give me ad lib To pray unselfconsciously with overflowing speech For this soul needs to be honoured with a new dress woven From green and blue things and arguments that cannot be proven