And did these feet in modern times
Walk upon Marsden's Golf Course green?
And was the mud from woodland paths
Caked upon boots that once were clean?
And was a bench just sitting there
With such a view I had to stare
And did the sun break through the clouds
On Pendle's hills and forests green.
And with some fruit cake and some cheese
Did I sit there with pleasant ease
Sipping my cup of hot vimto
Before I rose once more to go.
And though I still had miles to go
My faith was strong, I was 'in my flow!"
And so with walking poles in hand
I walked this green and pleasant land.
All together now!
Oh and when I got there - Mum was fast asleep so she never knew I'd been!