Caught upon the wind blowning free,
rolling patterns run through the heather.
away down the fell, a rivers edge
together lay young lovers
. Into the shadows then retreat
. beneath those girders massive
. secluded passions rattle accompanyment
. at Forth\'s Bridge windblown narrative
And waiting patient as tide recedes
watching feeding curlew scour and wade
aside sand-drenched causeway o\'er to Lindisfarne
torn from Northumberland\'s chaste brocade.
. Then hasten to the city\'s roar
. St Anthony\'s, Walker, Byker, Tyne
. where mighty industry tore working mens life
. now solace waits at the water line
So away home now with such memories
to cotswold stone and soft green valleys
where we play at trains for weekends of fun
Our southern grit - for southern sons