It’s been a long old slog camp to camp
We are a knackered pack of dogs, how we pant
Had we listened closely enough
Avalanche!
It’s been a long old slog to only crash
Through and through, through and through
We two
Through and through, through and through
We clamber
Through and through, through and through
We two
Through and through, through and through
We clamber
We never made it up the Old Man of Coniston
I could agonise over every wrong, but why bother?
Where is the ego lodged this far from camp?
Gazing into a bog so dark and dank
Did we labour nearly enough on our plot of land?
Thickening paste of fog on our gallivant
Through and through, through and through
We two
Through and through, through and through
We clamber
Through and through, through and through
We two
Through and through, through and through
We clamber
We never made it up the Old Man of Coniston
I could agonise over every wrong, but why bother?
We never made it up the Old Man of Coniston
I could agonise over every wrong, but why bother?