LAKELAND LYRIC

It’s a little part of England
Not two hours drive away
It does not have the draw of Spain
With sunshine every day

And certainly it has not got
The London night life oh so grand
Nor has it got theatres
As you find in the strand

Its charm you see is not man made
And moulded in cement
The lakes and hills you find up there
Are not for sale or rent

Oh no, they are free to anyone
Who has two eyes to see
The magic and tranquillity
For all and sundry

It does not matter if you climb
The steep side of Skiddaw
Or take all day to ramble
Round Derwentwater’s shore

You will still feel so elated
By time the day is through
That tired though your limbs may be
You are certainly not blue

And yes, it has its share of rain
But that’s just what it takes
To make the valleys grasses green
And top up all the lakes

Let all who wish depart this land
By sea or aeroplane
I will sit among the Lakeland hills
And gaze across this fine terrain.