Story Behind The Song

How two teenagers kept their deep attraction and encouners secret, hidden. Spent long autumns, winters, studying, wanting, waiting, but in the end, tomorrow never came for them. Set against the beauty, wild fells, Eden Valley of Westmorland and strict moral country life and times.

Song Description

The Westmorland folk story of two teenagers in their deep attraction and first young love burning desire encounters, the ecstacy, pain, fleeting summers, autumn winds blowing them apart, beautiful snowy, frozen winters, the girl walking to school in North london through a silver iced park, her desk way up high in her school on the hill, magpies flying parallel out of the woods facing North......

Lyrics

He spends some time in wanting, tomorrow never comes,
some days are tinged with sorrow, and nights have yet to run.
He studied years and waited, while summers came and went,
and autumns surely followed, our energy was spent.
The stars stayed fixed, as we moved through, those mist October skies,
and could we glimpse a future, to see ours passing by,
sad Everly songs to sing to, a teenage lullaby.
So far apart on pillows, as Northern blizzards creep,
we sleep the sleep of winter, in snow that buries deep.

Chorus
I write the words, read the lines, that Emily sighed too,
icy crags, silver dawns, night's glowing rocks of blue.
Drop memory pearls upon me, a precious necklace wear,
I hear the fells a' calling when I stop on the stair.

The universe is endless, explodes, still sings, goes on,
and when stars split asunder, we see what can go wrong.
We all know the outcome, from dust we come and go,
and, as our fleeting time speeds up, it's never really slow.
Please hold my hand, still see past dreams,
that shadows came between.
Wherever winds may blow us, like grains of desert sand,
they catch us catching Eden, that's flowing through the land.
Let rushes moan and hide us, from all who venture there,
two silhouettes are dancing, as one, and not a pair.

Chorus
I write the words, read the lines, that Emily sighed too;
icy crags, silver dawns, night's glowing rocks of blue.
Drop memory pearls upon me, a precious necklace wear,
I hear the fells a' calling when I stop on the stair.

The thistle in the morning, is frozen to the briar,
in Stoneydelph's stark winter, I hurry to the choir.
The descant voices climbing, past trees and nests, and cries,
the magpies know I'm calling, I see their stark surprise.
I'm at my desk, way up high, they fly by, see me.
Yesterdays are flash-backs, though colours never fade,
we wore our hearts upon our sleeves, encounters deeply laid.
Inn alive with laughter, and tankards filled to brim,
will they notice footsteps that do not stay within.

Chorus
I write the words, read the lines, that Emily sighed too,
icy crags, silver dawns, night's glowing rocks of blue.
Drop memory pearls upon me, a precious necklace wear,
I hear the fells a' calling when I stop on the stair.

He spends some time in wanting, tomorrow never comes......never comes.