Harrow-On-The-Hill

When melancholy Autumn comes to

And electric trains are lighted after

The poplars near the stadium are

With their tap and tap and whispering to me,

Like the sound of little

Spreading out along the

When the estuary's

With the sea.

Then Harrow-on-the-Hill's a rocky

And Harrow churchyard full of sailor's

And the constant click and kissing of the trolley buses

Is the level of the Wealdstone turned to

And the rumble of the

Is the thunder of the

As they gather for the

Into

There's a storm cloud to the westward over Kenton,

There's a line of harbour lights at Perivale,

Is it rounding rough Pentire in a flood of sunset

The little fleet of trawlers under sail?

Can those boats be only roof

As they stream along the

In a race for port and

With the gale?