Sorry, I didn't have time to get back to it yesterday, but here it is now.

Mick

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TRAVELLING THE TEES
(Jim Fraser)

Out from the folds of the Pennine Hills
A stream called The Tees find its course,
Down by the way of Cauldron Snout
And over the hills of High Force.

Finding its way past Barnard's walls
Our stream runs dark and deep,
Coming quite soon to Greta Bridge
Where the meeting waters leap.

On by way of Darlington town
To the ancient port of Yarm,
Where the upper reach of the North Sea tide
Brings flotsam of dubious charm.

Stockton's old castle once stood firm,
A symbol of power and pride;
Now broken walls and empty sheds
Are blind to the dark passing tide.

Through the wasted lands to the Newport Bridge,
Where steelmen hold their sway.
In building yards new ships are born
And the docks are alive night and day.

High overhead in the smoke-laden air
Transporter's slender span
Reaches out from the Clarence shore
Replacing the ferry-boat man.

As day dawns afresh across the Tees Bay
The Seal Sands ripple in the sun
Out by South Gare ships go on their way
And the course of our river is run.
And the course of our river is run.


Source: The Teesside Fettlers LP: Travelling The Tees

The notes say: "One of the earlier songs from a man known far and wide as a maker, he would say 'builder', if excellent guitars. This descriptive piece has quietly established itself on Teesside in the last two or three years. Chosen as the title track for this album because it actually traces the course of the river Tees."