From Grimsby to Easington Port I see You From bank to bank of the great Humber I feel You Sat on this old thrown out, washed up refrigerator I am thinking of You, wrapped in You Life is mad, life is a dance, a crazy dance Last Tuesday night at prayers I circled the room with my hands high in the air Saying 'yes', 'yes', over and over again Life is whichever way the wind blows Always the twang of the sale wire on the mast As the wind blows One way points Flixborough's flare One way Saltend's steam-stacks Like weather vane needles Showing the way the wind blows You glide and twist and soar and I Follow where and however I can Dancing this love dance Animated by the surge within Spirit to spirit, music I can barely grasp All around me on Sunk Island flats Car tyres, Coke bottles, wood beams, milk crates Tide relics tossed aside by real power You who drive the wind, tide, rain and sea Come drive me.
