I wish I were at Whitby by your side
From the Abbey Steps we saw the.whole
The sound of gulls aswirling round our minds
The atmosphere of Yorkshire blunt and kind
Salty air,the North Sea,winds that groan
I wish I were at Whitby by your side
See the children taking donkey rides
The fishermen look anxious , happy, worn,
The sound of gulls is swirling round my mind
From Saltburn,Staithes to Bempton bold cliffs rise
Then Bridlingon where Hockney was a boy
I wish I were at any by your side
The two weeks break seemed long when we arrived
Now all my past seems like an old map torn
The sound of gulls is calling you to mind
To be in Whitby and to be alone
The pie shop’s open yet I feel forlorn
I wish we were at Whitby side by side
The sun and air, I dream into your mind