Lara
To my thoughts of Zima Junction
Beauty of steam trains
Across your snow covered country
Here
A thousand miles
And umpteen revolutions
Passed by in the broadsheet papers
Our beauty rolls more gentle
Up and down the Wolds
Could you come over on Sunday
For a cake and tea
Lara, this is not your name now
No more than this is Sudbrooke Crossing
Yet love it is still she who reigns
Across your smile covered eyes
