a proud yorkshire man

there is a tale of a yorkshireman
who wandered through the dales
dad was a steel worker, hot and sweaty
telling a million yorkshire men tales

oil and steam in the air a rising
a dirty city grimed in dust and pollution
seven hills rising to forgive
in a sheffield dissolve in absolution

drink yourself into forgiveness
at the end of a terrible day
worked to the fingers i digress
the children know not how to play

there is a tale of a yorkshireman
my mother cried at my fathers feet
we craved to walk in the countryside
yet we have to live in this poor mans street

back to back houses
and a shared toilet for a family of five
we prayed for forgiveness
yet thank god we survived

there is a tale of a yorkshireman
several world wars later, picking fruit as we go
we thought of a reason to escape
yet we trembled as we know

tis the end of this journey
as a proud yorkshire man
one day they will  recognise me
that i did what i can.

my mother cried on this adventure
presented a world do i am
because this is  my first love
a proud yorkshire man.