The dales before me brightly stood Cloaked in green with life; Beckoned to me in my deepest sleep; Comforted me in dark times. To you, I come after many long years When the August sun shines bright. The whisper of the gentle breeze Has set my spirits alight.
I take one look at meadows green And breathe a heavy sigh; I hide my face and shed a tear And in it there was no lie. Love’s eye, so vexed with love unceasing Has smitten me in my weakest spot. I am here where it all started - I have come to reclaim what I had lost.
The Pen-y-Ghent in blue and green Stood before me in a diffused light. The ups and downs of its flattened crown Rose to a sheer majestic height. The English sun came shining down On the dales and vales and fells. Lo! and behold! this is an enchanted land; It is here where my heart dwells!
On and on I walked the path That many before me have trod. The jagged rocks and those clever twists - Alas! it is with danger fraught! Little by little, I traveled far And conquered tricky climbs. The isolation grew and silence befell; I had lost the sense of time.
The clocks of time forgets and kills Memories that lie beyond the shore; I’ll never let it chime away my precious hours; I’ll silence its ticks for evermore.
Oh Yorkshire, the shire of Frodo and Sam; Here, the hobbits thrive. The forbidden love of Cathy and Heath Amidst all perils survive! The Brandywine river, the village of Bree Came true before my eyes. In fantasy, in reality - Yorkshire is, with beauty, rife.
I came across a lone pool of Life From the ancient days of yore; Where magic lives and weaves dark tales Of Celtic legends and folk lores. In a sudden flight, I took a leap Into the waters blue. The sacred pool has healed my soul. Now, I live anew.
The untamed moors, the wilderness Is my true home under the stars. I travel on, past lands and seas And reach my home afar. And when I’m weary, weak and dreary Surviving life’s tempestuous tests; I come back to thee with joyful glee; Near you, my heart finds rest.