Dominus Noster Rex et nos et tua est Gloria praedicate
Tibi Gloria Deo parti per
Dear old Bamburgh Castle standing tall standing strong
From a time beyond harking back to Viking throng
The beautiful land captured in Northumberland
Steeped in history folklore never bland
Roses are red like the blood that was shed
Would it be Lancaster or York to walk the walk
The Roses do battle for your fair chattel
Kingdom of Northumbria prize of battle
Alone tall and majestic standing on dolerite hill
A legend of folklore fantastic feeds stories of heroes still
Saxons Danes and Normans too
Have enjoyed the splendour of you
Standing strong above the shifting sands
Only once falling into enemy hands
Your ramparts a place of contemplation
Wide views across the top of our nation
When we've gone the one thing to please
Is to be scattered from a box into your breeze
Alone tall and majestic standing on dolerite hill
A legend of folklore fantastic feeds stories of heroes still
Dominus Noster Rex et nos et tua est Gloria praedicate
Tibi Gloria Deo parti per
Darryl Atherton - Bamburgh Castle Lyrics
Darryl Atherton - Bamburgh Castle Lyrics
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Dominus Noster Rex et nos et tua est Gloria praedicate
Tibi Gloria Deo parti per
Dear old Bamburgh Castle standing tall standing strong
From a time beyond harking back to Viking throng
The beautiful land captured in Northumberland
Steeped in history folklore never bland
Roses are red like the blood that was shed
Would it be Lancaster or York to walk the walk
The Roses do battle for your fair chattel
Kingdom of Northumbria prize of battle
Alone tall and majestic standing on dolerite hill
A legend of folklore fantastic feeds stories of heroes still
Saxons Danes and Normans too
Have enjoyed the splendour of you
Standing strong above the shifting sands
Only once falling into enemy hands
Your ramparts a place of contemplation
Wide views across the top of our nation
When we've gone the one thing to please
Is to be scattered from a box into your breeze
Alone tall and majestic standing on dolerite hill
A legend of folklore fantastic feeds stories of heroes still
Dominus Noster Rex et nos et tua est Gloria praedicate
Tibi Gloria Deo parti per
Tibi Gloria Deo parti per
Dear old Bamburgh Castle standing tall standing strong
From a time beyond harking back to Viking throng
The beautiful land captured in Northumberland
Steeped in history folklore never bland
Roses are red like the blood that was shed
Would it be Lancaster or York to walk the walk
The Roses do battle for your fair chattel
Kingdom of Northumbria prize of battle
Alone tall and majestic standing on dolerite hill
A legend of folklore fantastic feeds stories of heroes still
Saxons Danes and Normans too
Have enjoyed the splendour of you
Standing strong above the shifting sands
Only once falling into enemy hands
Your ramparts a place of contemplation
Wide views across the top of our nation
When we've gone the one thing to please
Is to be scattered from a box into your breeze
Alone tall and majestic standing on dolerite hill
A legend of folklore fantastic feeds stories of heroes still
Dominus Noster Rex et nos et tua est Gloria praedicate
Tibi Gloria Deo parti per
Writer: Darryl Atherton
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid