(there’s nothing nobler than) Yorkshire in October

There’s nothing nobler
Than Yorkshire in October
The falling golden foliage
The mighty flowing Humber

From Hull to Applethwaite
From hell to the pearly gate
Salvation Army trumpets blast
The anthems of the saved

But I was deaf to this
Into the glittering abyss I peered
Felt panic then epiphany
Cold comfort and warm beer

Christ contracted the world’s burdens
All from the Virgin’s hips
He faltered then accepted them
Upon the crucifix

And down in Scarborough Bay
All frolicking in the brine
100 pagan demi-gods
Drink sacramental wine

There’s nothing nobler
Than Yorkshire in October
The falling, golden foliage
The mighty flowing Humber