From Alec Price, Chapel Street, Brinscall, near Chorley.

From a hill high above Blackburn town
I stood there struck dumb as I looked around
For on that May afternoon
I saw a Lancashire in full bloom.

Not the Lancashire you used to read about,
With big chimneys that poured black smoke out.
No, this was a different place
A landscape of rolling hills and trees
That bowed with majestic grace.

Hills and fields in shades of glorious green
Stretch for miles as far as the eye can see.
Skylarks flying high in the spring sunshine
Singing their songs and disturbing the peace.

This Lancashire was far from the place I knew as a boy
Wwhere an old car tyre was my favourite toy
Houses back to back the future dire.

Now here I am surveying this splendour
Rolling hills, nature's wonder
Beauty as far as the land does go
In every direction hills rise and valleys fall

With trees of all kinds and hedgerows too
Until today I hadn't noticed
Have they always been there
or are they new?