There were no flocks of sheep on Winter Hill
No goats,no asses,rivers,pools nor glades
From the top, we saw Welsh mountains still
There were no flocks of sheep on Winter Hill
There was no coffee shop,no window frills
There were no good hotels nor lovely maids
There were no flocks of sheep on Winter Hill
No goats,no asses,rivers,pools or glades
On the top, the Mast for ITV
Signals sent to Lancashire and Wales
Just as far as Southport’s distant sea
On the top, the Mast for ITV
There was no toilet, nor was there a tree
Hence none blew down in Pennine fearsome gales
On the top, the Mast for ITV
Signals sent to Yorkshire and North Wales
Why no public loos in such a spot
I guess the sewer did not run uphill
Who would build it,maybe time forgot?
Why no public loos in such a spot?
At least it’s not in hell,it is not hot
There is no cat asleep,no window sill
Why no public loos in such a spot
I guess the sewer could not run uphill
1800 feet above the sea
Measured with a modern wooden rod
You’d think they’d have a cafe selling tea
1800 feet above the sea
Who will go, it’s certainly not me
There is no cave, no prophet and no God
1800 feet above the sea
You’d think they’d have a cafe selling tea
How my heart sings 