Nine Standards

As I climbed up from the Vale of Eden

In the morning light to the watershed,

I scarcely felt the restless wind

That blew the hair upon my head


Nine Standards in the gathering wind,

Nine soldiers, sentinels in stone,

Point the road that I must go,

Look back to places past and gone.

As I climbed up from the Vale of Eden

The sky was clear and the sun did shine,

I followed a stream to the gritstone cap

And the cairns upon the standards nine..


Nine Standards in the gathering wind,

Nine soldiers, sentinels in stone,

Point the road that I must go,

Look back to places past and gone.