The earth became my body for a time
Curving fields and meadows stretched out bare
It seemed that I myself was stretched out there
How to capture how I felt with rhyme?
The train came out of Manchester and sped
Through the darkest miles of mills and mines
Blackened men came scraggling through my mind
I think I see my grandad long time dead
After 20 minutes come the fields
Hunched back trees, I see them from the train
The wonder of that vision still remains
The beauty of my Lancashire revealed
In our human minds there is no time
The sights so full of feeling still remain
How my heart sings 