NORTHALLERTON TOWN

Graham Miles c. 1954

The first signs of winter are beginning to show
The clouds drifting over are heavy with snow
From the hills a cold bitter wind comes moaning down
To stir the leaves in the streets of Northallerton town
To stir the leaves in the streets of Northallerton town.

There at a window young Dorothy stands
It's nigh on two weeks since she heard from her man
He's a Green Howard soldier somewhere half the world around
And that's a long way from Northallerton town
And that's a long way from Northallerton town.

He's out in some forest dark deep and green
Where lurk many dangers unheard and unseen
Where a stray rifle bullet can strike to the ground
The likes of a soldier from Northallerton town
The likes of a soldier from Northallerton town.

It's now deepest winter in drifts lies the snow
But where is young Dorothy where did she go?
And who'll tend a grave somewhere half the world around
Of a Green Howard soldier from Northallerton town?
Of a Green Howard soldier from Northallerton town?