Standing on the quayside
As a church bell told me nine
Staring at the waters
Of the cold and misty Tyne
I confess to reminiscing
Of one long summer's day
When all my cares and troubles
Seemed to vanish in the haze

The clouds had all lifted
The trees were burnished green
As you and I went strolling
By the banks of Jesmond Dene
That day I made a promise
Although the words remained unsaid
But no day will pass me by
Without them in my head

Walking on a Sunday morning
That would freeze the gates of Hell
Thawed our bones at lunchtime
With the papers in the 'Well
One more blessed hour with you
Before I must set forth
I pray that you sleep sound tonight
My Angel of the North