19 November
Where ever I go I always sing a song of home
The sounds of the bells at Abbot Hall
ring out on the hour
and settle softly over the grasses and rocky scrambles
at Crocker Park
they've done so since long before anyone here can remember
Do you wonder if there are places that miss
your footfall when you are not there?
My feet trod at Crocker like
my heart beats within me
I carry it with me like a song
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