Within these dark dread hills I fear
Are shadows lying deep and drear
Yet by the beck is green and bold
White Water Dash to me behold!
Are shadows lying deep and drear
Yet by the beck is green and bold
White Water Dash to me behold!
Cascading down the mountainside
Towards the mere where secrets hide
This hidden place of mystery
Dark shadows cast by the wind-blown tree.
The light is failing below Dead Mans Fell
And the river flows down into the darkened dell
The desolate valley stretches wide
In the mist and rain by the riverside.
So within these dark dread hills I fear
Where shadows lie, foreboding near
But by the beck 'tis green and bold
White Water Dash take me, take hold!
Towards the mere where secrets hide
This hidden place of mystery
Dark shadows cast by the wind-blown tree.
The light is failing below Dead Mans Fell
And the river flows down into the darkened dell
The desolate valley stretches wide
In the mist and rain by the riverside.
So within these dark dread hills I fear
Where shadows lie, foreboding near
But by the beck 'tis green and bold
White Water Dash take me, take hold!
Written at the Back O' Skiddaw November 1997
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