Werneth Low, Hyde.
Thou beauty spot, dear Werneth Low
Upon thy hill I love to roam
Where the refreshing breezes blow
Thou art my favourite haunt, I own
I've often heard the lark's sweet song
And the thrushes in the clough below
And the little ones twittering all day long
When wandering on dear Werneth Low.
Nine hundred feet above the sea
She stands decked in a mantle green
And from the height there could not be
A view more gracious to be seen
I've been there in the morning grey
And watch the sun rise o'er hill
To see him mount his heavenly way
It does my soul with rapture fill
I've often been at eventide
To watch the sun before it sets
And view the country far and wide
A scene I cannot soon forget
And then I bid the scene farewell
And once again I homeward go
On thee I could for ever dwell
Thou beauty spot, dear Werneth Low
Pictures by
Brian Thornley
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Thou beauty spot, dear Werneth Low
Upon thy hill I love to roam
Where the refreshing breezes blow
Thou art my favourite haunt, I own
I've often heard the lark's sweet song
And the thrushes in the clough below
And the little ones twittering all day long
When wandering on dear Werneth Low.
Nine hundred feet above the sea
She stands decked in a mantle green
And from the height there could not be
A view more gracious to be seen
I've been there in the morning grey
And watch the sun rise o'er hill
To see him mount his heavenly way
It does my soul with rapture fill
I've often been at eventide
To watch the sun before it sets
And view the country far and wide
A scene I cannot soon forget
And then I bid the scene farewell
And once again I homeward go
On thee I could for ever dwell
Thou beauty spot, dear Werneth Low
Pictures by
Brian Thornley
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