we follow the river as it slowly meanders, around the ancient durham city,
with its quaint little market, hidden secret vennels, big green "hoss" and dank
dark tunnels.
I explain its your brain i secretly admire and anyway youre already partnered with
your hearts desire.

I just want to talk history and learn about the cathedral, that standeth before us so tall
and regal, where did they live the fella,s that built it? was it somewhere up nevilles cross
or maybe round the nook in saddler street or up past the palladium near gilesgate.

Where did they quarry the beautiful stone ? that gladdens the eye
as the sun shines down, and what of theatre in olden days, we now have
the gala putting on splendid plays, and the roof isnt thatched with
dried out reeds
in this day and age there is no need.