The Viaduct Love Suicide

Farewell to the world
Farewell to the night
Farewell my family
Forgive me this flight

I did my husband's
Though with him was gone
The last of the good times
For me and our son

When I needed bread
Life gave me stones
That fairytale giant
Made bread from my bones

Hard our communion
A stone for a host
My son you're so special
So different to most

But most take against
The different as strange
With names if not stones
They take their revenge

But we're turning to air
That no stone can touch
You made my life, son
I love you so much

And she stepped from the bridge
With her child in her arms
To join with the earth
No providence harms

And wind from the wheat fields
Blows through Bridgehill
And the last light of evening
Falls on Blackhill

And it falls on High Westwood
And Hamsterly Mill
And Newlands and Allensford
And over Swalwell

It falls still on Consett
And Leadgate and Delves
This song is over
Look after yourselves