Here We Stand

Why Hey Big brother down there in London Town

How well I remember your clothes all ripped

down,

With your football games and your hoop and cane

Such a big strong lad you were back then

Why hey little brother up there in

Northumberland

It’s been many a year since we played on the sand

And you’ve grown so tall, you’re a fine young man

Ploughing all those fields on our father’s land

And here we stand at opposite ends of this

pleasant land

The years have flown, I miss you so I hope you’ve

always known

Why Hey Big Brother of mine, just thought I’d call

To find out how you’re doing in this big wide

world

Huh - with your suit and tie and your big red

guitar -

You followed your dream, Aye you’ve come so far

Well hey Little brother up there miles keep us

apart

How I miss your easy smile and your big, big heart

As you till the soil, and you plough the fields

I’m so damn proud, you’re the man of means

And here we stand I’ve come so far to shake your

hand Before we grow too old, the door is open

wide, so come in, come out of the cold

And here we stand - on solid ground not shifting

sands

No gulf too wide, cos we will always cross that

great divide

And here we stand - we were at opposite ends of

this pleasant land

Let’s drink a toast - or two? Well now I’ll drink to

you brother’

‘No I will drink - to you’