Текст песни: Goathland + перевод

I put paid to days in Robin Hood’s Bay

Drinking real ale in the shadows of greats

There songs as substantial as newly bloomed clouds

Ghosting over the harbor mouth

I knew their tunes right through to my bones

But wasted my days in watering holes

The route back to Goathland was littered with flowers

Who sang of themselves through trumpeted crowns

I held their songs in the back of my mind

Then offered them up to the North Yorkshire night

When time held me green in infancy’s bliss

I roared like the sea with chains at my wrists

Roaming 'round Goathland and Robin Hood’s Bay

Eavesdropping secrets of waves that won’t break

The letters of lovers all plaintively state

Their inner most hopes when hearts first awake

So I am compelled to detail the voices

In whose tender presence my heart first rejoiced

Their songs sublime as Peak District walks

Or Hopelessly vast as the North Yorkshire Moors

I’m aware very well of the salt complaints of boys who don’t look past their

nose

But I left that extra-canonical mess a long long time ago

When time held me green…

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