From Skyward Blue

Out of North Shields With the South to frame the Tyne Down to the Humberside Where fishing's had its time All along the rugged coast Sealed tight by jutting jaws Sits a beautiful lady Strutting hems of golden shores From skyward blue To foliage green To sand so yellow Makes the sea look blue green These bands of color collide Pass on by me They're so like a concertina Turns a melody Down to the Wash To dickens of estuaries Down to the White Cliffs Long seen off by old Frenchys Sailed by Seven Sisters With spines to arch their backs Onto the Victory at Pompey Was a powder monkey trap From skyward blue To foliage green To sand so yellow Makes the sea look blue green These bands of color collide Pass on by me They're so like a concertina Turns a melody Like folds in lantern paper Colors ripple in the breeze Like an old black squeeze box Breathes easy when it's squeezed From sky to land To where the lee shore meets the sea Returns to me A revolving melody From skyward blue To foliage green To sand so yellow Makes the sea look blue green These bands of color collide Pass on by me They're so like a concertina Turns a melody