The Viaduct Love Suicide (feat. Gareth Liddiard, Jim White & Chris Abrahams)

Farewell to the world Farewell to the night Farewell my family Forgive me this flight I did my husband's Though with him was gone The last of the good times For me and our son When I needed bread Life gave me stones That fairytale giant Made bread from my bones Hard our communion A stone for a host My son you're so special So different to most But most take against The different as strange With names if not stones They take their revenge But we're turning to air That no stone can touch You made my life, son I love you so much And she stepped from the bridge With her child in her arms To join with the earth No providence harms And wind from the wheat fields Blows through Bridgehill And the last light of evening Falls on Blackhill And it falls on High Westwood And Hamsterly Mill And Newlands and Allensford And over Swalwell It falls still on Consett And Leadgate and Delves This song is over Look after yourselves