Where seashore with pale sand meets Arnside Knott
Where trees are shaped by western winds and sun
My childish view I have not yet forgot
Where seashore with its shells meets Arnside Knott
Oh place of light and vision, bring my cot.
Would that I could die here when I’m done.
Where seashore and pale sands meet Arnside Knott
Where trees are shaped by Western winds and sun
How my heart sings 