Hallway of harvest home 
A clipped call like cobblestone 
A boat with leak in lake so deep 
You’re porcelain pride is show’n 
Used to be Lancashire loom 
You used to be hard headed hewn 
Was whale waves that laid you to waste 
Sheer, sheer, see through 
You’ve lost the best of you 
This didn’t work out like you planned 
You’re going home, you’re going home 
You’re moving back to where you bury your family bones 
And I doubt I’ll ever see you again 
What we’ve wished and what we’ve known 
What we’ve found and what we’ve grown 
All burned down and buried away 
The days of harvest home