Random apples

Fall silently

On unknown Newtons

The sunlight’s lemonade,the trees are dark

Oh beautiful the feelings of my heart.

I remember Silverdale with joy.

The small green lanes,the meadows, girls and boys.

Arnside Knott the sheep the glimpse of sea

My heart is longing to be there with you

The train runs on the viaduct to Grange

The sea and river mix is rich and strange.