I Love to Write
Grey skies above a grey sea
And grey waves breaking, white on dull sand
No ships mark their passage on a Firth once busy
And to the south, the empty fields of Fife
No people walk on the promenade
No people walk on the beach,
No children colour the air with their laughter
And to the south, the empty fields of Fife
The streets are silent now, that once throbbed with noise
The shops empty, doors firmly shut
The tenements hide their occupants behind dark windows
And to the south, the empty fields of Fife
No war, no earthquake, no terrorist attack
Only microbes from an unknown root
No nuclear explosion or human foe
And to the south, the empty fields of Fife
We huddle deep, hiding fear behind dark humour
We praise the nurse and shopkeeper,
Folk who face the foe day by day
And to the south, the empty fields of Fife
This will pass and in the passing we will change
We will learn humility and learn we're all one race
Not white or black or man or woman
And in the south, we'll walk the fields of Fife
And grey waves breaking, white on dull sand
No ships mark their passage on a Firth once busy
And to the south, the empty fields of Fife
No people walk on the promenade
No people walk on the beach,
No children colour the air with their laughter
And to the south, the empty fields of Fife
The streets are silent now, that once throbbed with noise
The shops empty, doors firmly shut
The tenements hide their occupants behind dark windows
And to the south, the empty fields of Fife
No war, no earthquake, no terrorist attack
Only microbes from an unknown root
No nuclear explosion or human foe
And to the south, the empty fields of Fife
We huddle deep, hiding fear behind dark humour
We praise the nurse and shopkeeper,
Folk who face the foe day by day
And to the south, the empty fields of Fife
This will pass and in the passing we will change
We will learn humility and learn we're all one race
Not white or black or man or woman
And in the south, we'll walk the fields of Fife