Adventures in a Yorkshire Landscape

Bridges and rivers and buildings pulled down
Time spent in places my footsteps had found
Mirrors in ballrooms lie smashed on the ground
Walking with November mists

Pathways and windows and movies in May
Quiet old ladies who'll soon pass away
Paintings and songs that I'd done in a day
Going 'round in my head

Fires on spires and chimneys of black
Fields on horizons with pylons that crack
With singing sad wires for council house mystics
To apply their statistics
And read the tea leaves
Time knows no limits for days such as these