I wish I were in Yorkshire on the moors
Lying in the heather there for hours
Laughing at the bees around our heads
As we lay in this, our marriage bed.
I’d like to see the Cleveland hills again
At sunset when we’re driving southlands home
I’d like to go to Yarm and see the stone
Richmond with its past and ancient bone
We went up to high force to see the falls
The River Tees unbounded by by town walls.
I wish we were on Saltburn beach or Staithes
Nothing is as lonely as a wave