Pendle Hill

Hand me down my walking shoes
You know, the ones that make you blue
They carry me away from you
Kicking up dust and that'll do

From the paper mill to Pendle Hill

I won't stall at every stop
Or beg for corporation pop
Slow down to look in every shop
Whistle, giggle, skip or hop

From the paper mill to Pendle Hill

Hand me down my walking shoes
You know, the ones that make you blue
They carry me away from you
Kicking up dust and that'll do

From the paper mill to Pendle Hill

We'll take the lane up past the farm
I'll climb the style without your arm
I won't be scared if there's a storm
I'll bring my coat even if it's warm

From the paper mill to Pendle Hill

Dragging my feet for the
Last half a mile
You carry my coat with a
Half knowing smile

I won't kick stones or scuff my feet
Won't lose my gloves on Burton Street
Keep sniffing into your handkerchief
Or pulling my socks up, so they're neat

From the paper mill to Pendle Hill

Hand me down my walking shoes
You know, the ones that make you blue
They carry me away from you
Kicking up dust and that'll do

From the paper mill to Pendle Hill
From the paper mill to Pendle Hill
From the paper mill to Pendle Hill



Credits
Writer(s): Sanchia Ryan, Steve Ryan, Tim Powell-morris
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