Tour: Stamford, Lincs (1)
East Coast Mainline
Here is a church, golden and locked
Forgotten in a forest of other spires
Here is a station, quiet and narrow
Until one, no movement today
Here is a train, cool and sleek
Bearing my regrets, my freight of hasty words
Here is a farm, green and rippling
And fields over, fallow hands and idle shears
Here is a stadium, round and red
Glass and pride fit to burst
Here is a city, eternal and home
Where I lay with you
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