Uploaded August 2026 | Updated September 2026, 1 week ago

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"Bewick on the Wall"

[Verse 1]
See that face above the doorway,
Watching every passer-by,
With a stone-cold little secret
And a question in his eyes.

Red brick, rain streak, city afternoon,
I stopped beneath him
And started writing this tune.

[Chorus]
Bewick on the wall,
You were never theirs at all.
While they praised the crown
And the marble halls,

You carved the wild
Where the proud carved kings.
Bewick on the wall,
You made the smallest voices sing.

[Verse 2]
They put your name in silver,
They carved your years in stone,
You drew A History of British Birds
And made their wildness known.

Streetlights, footsteps,
Shadows running fast,
Maybe every city claims
Somebody from its past.

[Chorus]
Bewick on the wall,
You were never theirs at all.
While they praised the crown
And the marble halls,

You carved the wild
Where the proud carved kings.
Bewick on the wall,
You made the smallest voices sing.

[Bridge]
I looked away,
The church bell rang,
I could’ve sworn
Your shadow changed.

[Final Chorus]
Bewick on the wall,
Maybe you’re not stone at all.

When the shops shut down
And the night rolls on,
You walk these streets
Till the first birdsong.

Bewick on the wall,
You made the smallest voices sing.
Newcastle upon Tyne
Owes you everything.

[Outro]
I want to be a bird
In one of your books
I want to be a bird
In one of your books
I want to be a bird
In one of your books
I want to be a bird
In one of your books

Bewick on the wall…
Bewick on the wall…