I sent off this morning
  Down the road along the river
  Which I take but once a year
  My walk will take me by the shore
  Then inland for a mile or more
  From the cold sea spray
    A small wood stands upon the hill
  An old house near it lies in ruins
  Forgotten long ago
  And here in a clearing, overgrown with moss and ivy
  Is your lovely grave
    A dusk I will make my way
  Along the lanes and through the fields
  To where my cottage is
  But before I step inside for bed
  I'll look up at the stars as we had
  All those years ago
    So here's for Uncle Pat