Early rise to singing birds
 The songs that start the year
 A verse of real and a chorus of hope 
 I long to hear

 A melody for the ages 
 Rich sounds of trees
 The rustling of leaves 
 A gentle breeze

 I’m alone up here
 Most are sleeping still
 The open marshes of Leyton
 Yet to spend their thrill

 A full day blocked till 8
 For heavens sake 
 Thank goodness for the sounds 
 Noises you can’t fake