Nottingham has sounds of a soaring siren bird.
All wail yet calm, solemn but bold.
All wail yet calm, solemn but bold.
Ey,
Listen one more time to hear it.
Lone.
Silence in the wind, and maybe a whisper of dispair.
Jus’ sometimes dry, served mostly cold.
Ey,
Listen one more time to hear it.
Autumn.
Ye, behold let this city unfold.
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