I'll whisper this wish to the fresh sea breeze
carried north to your door
I'll be home as the snow hits the wintery trees
i wish us peace not war

Cos i've seen the moores and seen the coast
and there's no greater view
i've seen sunsets to make a man boast
that don't compare to you

I've travelled this land, heard stories told
of beauties far and wide
but oh my love, you're a sight to behold
my love, my joy, my pride.

I long to be back, inside your walls
for a leisurely walk
the museums, pubs and market stalls
so much to see, in York.