Pennine Spring Songtext
von Steve Tilston

All of you who walk the chain
Must learn to love the wind and rain
Dare to call these mountains friends
Know the way the backbone bends
How the welkin grips the soul
Stares some blessed rigmarole
Where the peaks and waterfalls
Dwarf all man-made mansion halls
Veterans and pilgrims mark their chosen way
Lengthening but loyal shadows follow
Soon summer will embrace the dale
And soon across the moorland skims the swallow


Hear the murmur of the pots and gills
That honeycomb the limestone hills
Over Malhams cove and tarn
Ancient herdsman′s pens and barns
A weathered tongue scolds and scores
Comes keening up the valley floor
Past the woodland's ruined bones
And wuthering erodes the stones
Is that wood smoke from a talch chimney′s rise?
A welkin lighter flickering from the window?
Turn westward, face the salmon skies
It could be a sunny day tomorrow

Ah, these pathways mark a trail
Way beyond the Dervent swale
Ghostly legions weave and spin
Brigantines and Jacobins
Is that music wafting from an oaken door?
The chink of many flowing bowls and laughter
Scrape the mud and weave across the floor
Banish aches and pains to stumble after

All of you who walk the chain
Must learn to love the wind and rain
Must learn to love the wind and rain