Between Two Rivers

Between two rivers there's a Calvary
A rolling mill that drains the hills
And did those hobnailed boots on ancient clay
Walk in endless rain and skies of grey

Hear the ghosts of mouldy soldiers
Marching through the rain
To find their homes again
Past the churches of the Methodists
To rest their lonely bones
On cenotaphs of stone

This is the land I love
Although it sounds so asinine
This is the air I breathe
The only stones I’ve ever known
Are the paving stones of home

Born between the Mersey and the Dee
All human life is here
We live and grow and die
And when I stand upon the cold white shores
I'll raise my hand and wave bye-bye

This is the land I love
Although it sounds so asinine
This is the air I breathe
The only stones I've ever known
Are the paving stones of home

Between two rivers made of rain
Made in England is their claim
From blood and bones and pain
And political campaigns

This is the land I love
Although it sounds so asinine
This is the air I breathe
The only stones I’ve ever known
Are the paving stones of home