As I was a riding down by the canal
I spotted a kingfisher racing along
And as he drew near me I heard him say
I’m off and away, I’m off and away, I’m off and away
Well then he flashed past me like lightning and gold
And I watched him travel between water and trees
But no word of mine could compel him to stay
I’m off and away, I’m off and away, I’m off and away.
Then I blinked and I found the kingfisher was gone
And the water was calm and the leaves they were still
But the song that he left echoed round me all day
I’m off and away, I’m off and away, I’m off and away
Rich Clarkson, November 2020
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