More Info There's a boundary rider at the five mile fence
Bloodwood bones and steers
And the sky's so deep you can't find your sleep
Keeps you walking through these tears
So you reach for things you're never satisfied
You're running down the years
And to know yourself is to be yourself
Keeps you walking through these tears
Here's my son and his wife's pub in the heart of the Yorkshire Dales
Guinea Pig alert !
