Heading off, west of Sheffield station
Aboard the dark, foreboding tunnelled line
Reach the peaks, bedecked in wreaths
Of soft white fluffy down
That lift
As they drift
Past the town
Staring up, relishing the journey
It’s good to be, up here once again
On the slopes, the wind whips round
The cloven ravaged trees
Then subsides
As it sighs
Finally free
(Chorus)
Climbing, high up on the hillside
Climbing, up above the clouds
Below
A vista let go fallow
Contemplate, the panoramic landscape
Bouncing off the distant rolling hills
Purple locks of flowers bob
Gently in the breeze
As they wave
To the passing
Honey bees
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