Northern England
The Wild Swans
Days braving the wild winds
And years building this ark
While prayers go unanswered
Seeds thrown in the dark
Bring back that spark
To Northern England soon
How much longer must we mourn for you
Days have passed without numbers
Since blood spilt on the stones
I'm courting disaster
And i'm close to the bone
Bring back that spark
To Northern England soon
How much longer must we mourn for you