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HIDDEN
WATER
(music
and lyrics by Janet Wood)
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One:
Hidden Water
Hidden water, secret streams. Hidden water, deepest dreams.
Hidden water, secret streams. Hidden water, deepest dreams.
Under
the surface - always there. Beneath the city - flowing to the Aire.
Under the surface - always there. Beneath the city - flowing to
the Aire.
Strands
unravelling, just beneath our feet:
A web of waterways weaves below the street.
Strands unravelling just beneath our feet:
A web of waterways weaves below the street.
Song
lines, palm lines, carve out the bowl,
Holding the treasure of Bradford's soul.
Song lines, palm lines carve out the bowl,
Holding the treasure of Bradford's soul.
Two:
Ballad of Bradford Beck
I am the lifeblood of the city, pulsing through its veins.
A counterpoint to your comings and goings;
A silent (there's a silent) interchange.
I am the constant flux and flow,
Beneath the city's skin;
While overhead your voices blend
As another day begins.
Three:
The Becks
Pinch Beck, Pitty Beck, Middlebrook, Clayton,
Bull Greave, Chellow Dene;
Westbrook, Dirkhill Beck, Bowling Beck, Eastbrook;
Feed me with your dreams.
Bolton
Beck, Trop Syke,
Northcliffe, Red Beck;
Still my course is set.
Proudly carrying all your hopes
I am the Bradford Beck.
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TAKE
A LOOK AT THE LYRICS!
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These
five specially commissioned pieces of music will be performed as
part of the Bradford Festival launch in Centenary Square on Friday
June 17th at 6.30pm and the Bradford Mela in Peel Park on Saturday
June 18th at 1pm.
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