Knowing Well We'd Return

We were upon the bonnie banks
When the wind blew the slates off Glasgow flats
We fought the rain in our coats and hats
As the trees remained strong where our tent sat
We walked alone our path through the fern
The oak and the rainsong around every turn
For why we have come, for what we have learned
We have stepped through a storm knowing well we'd return

We found our way to Beaurepaire
On a winter's morning; low sunny glare
We picked among the broken walls
Imagining the life of Gregorian call
Horizon of grasses beneath the clear blue
The woodland was thicker when this place was new
For why we have come, for what we have learned
We have stepped through a ruin knowing well we'd return

We walked from bulk to Morecambe Bay
On a-blistering hot paving slabs all the way
We dipped our feet in the Irish Sea
And imagined the buzz of the seventies
We left the quiet of the promenade
We went to a pub and drank in its back yard
For why we have come, for what we have learned
We've stepped through the past knowing well we'd return

We met in the library, half full of doubt
We kissed alone in the Krazyhouse
We crossed the Mersey to a zone
Where stands my fractured family home
We saw the morning Meols had to give
And we did resolve together to live
For why we have come, for what we have learned
We have stepped through our love knowing well we'd return