Sorry, there are no lyrics with this album (unless they were on an inlay missing in my copy). The sleeve notes for Nobbut a Cockstride Away are:

Many a traveller in the North, when asking for directions to his destination, has been told that 'It's nobbut a cockstride away'. It was almost as common as 'You can't miss it'.

In this song, Harvey Kershaw takes a common expression and weaves a series of philosophical statements around it. At the end of a hard day's work, the beauty of the moors is close at hand, and even the good Lord is nobbut a cockstride away.

For those of you unfortunate enough never to have visited Rochdale – Mary Kershaw's voice is the clostest you've been yet.