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