Where the gentle Cherwell flows,
Where this year untramped by festive feet
The grassy meadow grows But birds sang every morning
The Festival Bell still pealed
The water-lilies opened white
And the moon rose over the field
And where the stage is wont to stand
For those five August days
Those gone before will gather
As a ghostly Fairport plays.
Martin's drums, Maart's guitar,
Swarb's flying fiddle strings
With Trevor, Roger, David
As Sandy Denny sings.