Home I bid thee farewell
again
Humming roaming roads
by the whispering moors
No tide
just a riverview
and now
off I go to the sky
never to come down
There's an open road
to Blakey Ridge
for a wanderer
to rest his weary wings
Here one for the luck of living
Toasting with the bard
by the fire side
Here have an Old Peculier
and share with me
this joyous journey
I will part with you
while the day's still bright
while a flower still blooms
by a fallen tree
Here the welcoming hearthstones
and rest
Out there the same old
North East South and West
There's an open road
to Blakey Ridge
for a wanderer
to rest his weary wings
Here one for the luck of living
Toasting with the bard
by the fire side
Here have an Old Peculier
and share with me
this joyous journey
I'm letting go
I'm letting go
of yesterday
The last of me
the last of me
is here to stay
I'm letting go
of yesterday
The last of me
is here to stay
I'll see you up in Blakey Ridge