Climbing Dane John


I always try to climb Dane John

When I am in the city of the pilgrims

But I have no head for heights

And quickly become nervous as I ascend

But like a mountaineer I do not fade

And find myself at the summit in no time at all

The views of the city are very agreeable

With the golden cathedral taking centre stage

I quite often sit there for a considerable time

Watching the smooth movements of the light

And listening to the idle chatter of the angels