And Our Hearts Sang.
We stopped and looked back as we reached Honister’s head
Borrowdale now a magnificent vista;
Our minds still basking in the memory of
Catbells reflection in the still blue of Derwent
And our hearts sang
We filled our lungs with spring’s early air, our hearts beat
And echoed silently from Dale Head to High Spy
Though a word was not uttered we all heard the song
That Helvellyn to the east sang back to us.
And our hearts sang with her
With sun on our faces, we strode west towards Grassmore.
Scarfell, its north walls bright with snow took up our song
And at Buttermere cast it low, then bade us follow
Where beauty beguiled and wrapped our souls in rugged shores
And our hearts sang in her waterfalls.
There, north did the pass snake, up over Newlands Hause
Where frozen water leapt and held our song in iced fingers.
From the crags of Moss Force the words poured from our hearts,
Flowed over Grisdale’s fell and into Whinlatter forest.
And our hearts song became evergreen.
Until in the long shadows of the day we walked
To Keswick’s slate roofs and walls, beyond Blencathra called
Weary legged and out of time, from the Kings’ we declined
Raised a jar of Lakeland ale, swore next morn’ to walk her trail
And our hearts sang of journeys untold
And so it was,
With each gushing gill and languid mere,
Each roaring force and tumbling beck,
Each rambling fell and craggy pike.
In awe and joy did companions hike.
And three like hearts joined as one
And sang an ode, the Lake District song
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