Thou beauty Spot, Dear Werneth Low

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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