The Permanent Way

The farmer working in the fields before the sunrise
The inland navigators heading for the far skies

Up on the hills amid the silence of the high moors
Down in the valleys by the rivers and the dry stone walls

That is where you will find them
Out there, working by the hedgerows
In the rain and the snowfall you'll find them
Out there, high against the skyline
In the mines and the headings you'll find them
Down there, dreaming of the daylight

The line will hold the mark of man upon the land
The inland navigators reaching for the far skies