lionel.denny[Intro]
[Verse 1]
In Suffolk’s fields where shadows dance,
A king arose with shield and lance.
East Anglia’s pride, a crown of grace,
Edmund the Just, his sacred face.
[Verse 2]
When ravens came on frost-bit wings,
The Danes demanded pagan things.
He stood unbowed, his faith aflame,
A martyr’s cry, a saintly name.
[Chorus]
Oh, Bury’s heart, where legends sleep,
Beneath the abbey, vows run deep.
Through time’s cold mist, his tale survives,
In every stone, Saint Edmund thrives.
[Bridge]
The wolf’s dark howl, the fabled end,
A head once lost, now found again.
The town he guards, the prayers he keeps,
Where angels walk and history weeps.
[Verse 3]
Now pilgrims tread the hallowed ground,
Where hymns of old in whispers sound.
The shrine of oak, the candle’s glow,
His light still guides through winds that blow.
[Outro]
