| Northern England |
|---|
| Days braving the wild winds |
| And years building this ark |
| While prayers go unanswered |
| Seeds thrown in the dark |
| Bring back that spark |
| To Northern England soon |
| How much longer must we mourn for you |
| Days have passed without numbers |
| Since blood spilt on the stones |
| I’m courting disaster |
| And i’m close to the bone |
| Bring back that spark |
| To Northern England soon |
| How much longer must we mourn for you |
