Beneath the Yorkshire sky so wide,
Where hills and valleys gently glide,
The creatures great and small abide,
In fields where golden sunsets hide.
A sparrow’s wing, a horse’s mane,
The shepherd’s call through gentle rain,
Each life a thread in nature’s skein,
Of joy and sorrow, loss and gain.
In every breath, in every heart,
We share this world, we play our part,
All creatures great and small, we are
Connected, never far apart.