Our Bradford

No colour then colour

Our place and time and smells

Wool is home is comfort is skill

Our history is great

Our downtrodden

Our countryside of love

And loss

Bleak and wild

And lost

Our people are tough and


Our weather is tough and


No hope no jobs

So lost

Lost child

Lost chance

Lost love

Our God clings to the steep

Hill of the centre

No one has it easy

Fold wool, sheep fold

Keep busy

Feel less cold

Our famous people

Brave and crazed

In love

Our Bradford in our blood.


©  Jennifer Winterburn


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