At Christmas I worked on the Christmas post
The grass was thick with frost by Cox Green Road
Across the valley I saw Winter Hill
I felt my little heart with love explode.
The Western Pennines make me feel at home
The green green river valleys and the fields
I feel this is my body, my own earth
Take and eat, the sacred is revealed.
Houses built of stone sit by the road
Cheerful people take their Christmas cards.
Once we worked on Christmas day itself t.
Frozen fingers made it very hard
Now the postman wants to go on strike
He can’t afford to bake a Christmas cake
How my heart sings 