I have wondered back from Dengie Hundred, when the sun was high and the tide had gone out
And the green fields were dry
With the barges on the white horizon, and the red sails on the haze
And an ache in my heart, down the long summer daze

Yeah, the blackwater boy
So far from home, the crouch and the [?]

I meandered into Maldon, and I stood on Market Hill
Had I bear in the Queens, while the еvening was still
As I watched the oakеr sun go down, the tide seeped in again
An old boy beside me said we might have some rain

Yeah, the blackwater boy
So far from home, the crouch and the [?]

Should it happen that you change your mind with the Osea island sky
I remain on these marshlands, till the