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