Arkendale

Do roses grow in Arkendale

And honeysuckles bloom?

And are the banks of Arkendale

Aflame with gorse and broom?

Oh can you lie in Arkendale

Among the purple ling

And breathe the scents of Arkendale

And hear the thrushes sing?

Oh do they laugh in Arkendale

And love each other well?

And is there peace in Arkendale

More deep than tongue can tell?

Do folk who live at Arkendale

Work hard at honest toil

To make fair homes in Arkendale

And till the friendly soil?

The road that leads to Arkendale

Is one I've never been,

The finger post to Arkendale

Is all I've ever seen.

I dare not go to Arkendale

Though fair its sweet name seems,

Lest I should find an Arkendale

Less lovely than my dreams,

Lest I should find an Arkendale

Less lovely than my dreams.