Phil Drane - Passing Time Lyrics
Alfred was an English lad, from Blackburn, Lancashire,At the age of twenty three he took a trip up North to Windermere,Where the Lakeland Fells, can stir the soul of a manThat's how Alfred's love affair with Cumbria beganNow it's 80 years since Wainright first set foot in WindermereWhen he scrambled up to Orrest Head, on that morning bright and clearHe saw woodlands and pastures green, how endless mountains rangedAnd the office lad from Lancashire, his life forever changedNow he guides our footsteps over those ancestral bywaysUncharted paths our forebears trod before,Now his pictures and his words, set us free to soar like birdsOver Cumbrian hillside, beck and moorPike o'Stickle, soaring, like a pyramid stands aloneAnd on Martcrag Moor, Neolithic man carved axes made of stoneAnd in these Central Fells why not bide and drink your fillFor there's warm ale and good company in the bar of the Dungeon GhyllNow Alfred guides us over the highest of mountains,Scawfell Pike, Helvellyn, Great Gable and Skiddaw,And if the great outdoors, the fells and moors are what set your spirit free,The Cumbrian hills is where you'll beWalking with Wainright and meBy the lofty ridge of Mickledore, across the wide TraverseThrough the cleft called Fat Man's Agony, that all but thin men curseThese Southern Fells, Alfred's words commend it's worth'A little piece of heaven that has fallen on the earth'By Bassenthwaite and Derwent then, the sweeping slopes pass byBeyond The Edge and Buzzard Nott, Gibraltar Crag stands highHere in the Northern Fells, John Peel did a-hunting goBut above the ghylls and the rolling hills, Blencathra steals the showNow Alfred guides us etcNow Alfred guides us over the highest of mountains,Scawfell Pike, Helvellyn, Great Gable and Skiddaw,And if the great outdoors, the fells and moors are what set your spirit free,The Cumbrian hills is where you'll beWalking with Wainright, Walking with WainrightWalking with Wainright and meWalking with Wainright and me
