In Whaley Bridge, the wind\'s not warm,
But sky’s a China Blue;
It shelters you from savage storm
That life’s unleashed on you.
In Whaley Bridge, the winter chill
Won\'t drive you from the town.
For locals there have no ill-will
To grieve or grind you down.
In Whaley Bridge you\'ll pass in peace
Your dark, declining years.
Those days of sorrow there will cease
To torture you with tears.
In Whaley Bridge, you’ll laugh and love
And learn to let it be!
You’ll rule and reign like gods above,
From fate and fear set free!
In Whaley Bridge, when sun has set
The Harvest Moon will rise
And darkest days you will forget
‘Neath Whaley’s wondrous skies.