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