Flambourough Head is mine

Noone locked their door in Flamborough town
Too hot in trainers, my feet swelled with pain
We shall never see those cliffs again
Now you lie in earth, all muddy brown


My metatarsal arch collapsed, like Dunwich drowned
Wandering on a cliff path in light rain
Noone locked their door in Flamborough town
Too hot in trainers, my feet swelled with pain

In Bridlington the cashpoint let us down
The town was dirty,unkempt,in the main
Where was Hockney, will he come by train?
Bempton Cliffs astonished,sea renowned
Noone locked their door in Flamborough town

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