Summoned By Bells -

Took a little time

To find the past

To walk the roads

We used to know

That lead us home

Houses in terraced rows

That crowd around

The railway yard

Just sidings now

All overgrown

Above the high fields

Clouds are grey and gold;

It’s as good a place as anywhere

War came

And fires were seen

From 30 miles away;

A city burned

They wait in line

Out in the high fields

Summoned by bells

Church;

school;

factory;

home

Along the London Road

Across the park at Spinney Hill

Sledging in the snow

We had our scrapes and our fights

It was part of the deal

Time moved quickly then

Things were changing all around

The world came

To this small world

Over the hillsides and rooftops

Different stories were heard

We moved on

Found a new place

We remembered the days

Of our younger lives

We moved on

Long years pass

We walk the roads

We used to know

Carried with the

Rain that falls

A stone’s throw from the line

Some of the old places survive

A golden thread in time

A stream running down from the hills

Into the heart of the high fields

So come on now

You know it’s alright

Those were the days of our younger lives

Early evening, midweek

In a market town

Walking down those

Same old roads

We know