At Flamborough Head we made our way,
At Flamborough Head the colours change (from blue to grey),
At Flamborough Head the waves will break,
Upon the ancient rocks,
Stop the clocks.
Did you ever hear the story from the East?
Of the one who climbed right up into the sky at 35,
He called upon a memory,
The rose apple tree,
And he could fly.
So tell me of your favourite tree,
When you were young, the one that held your feet so you could climb,
When you were old,
The one you told your worries for the world,
Still buds unfurled.
