From the Tweed down to the Tees
From Cheviot Hills to the Great North Sea
Lies a realm of days gone by
Steeped in bloody war and filled with battle cry
Once came the might hand of Rome
Breached these distance shores and made this land her own
And we took four hundred years to civilize
As soon as she was gone, the work of her we despised
I can hear the vandals cry
"This is my land,
Northumbria
this is My Land"
Soon the Saxon would arrive
To rape and burn and pillage nothing would survive
The Viking found his way here too
Marauders came from Mercia seeking pastures new
Image young King Oswald as he knelt in prayer
Cadwalla's pagan hordes were on their way
He fought them down from Heavenfield to Hexamshire
Those Welsh invaders died that very day
I can hear young Oswald say
"This is my land,
Northumbria
this is my land,
Northumbria
this is my land".
Kings have come and gone for years
And the kingdom of Northumbria has drowned in many tears
Yet her pride and spirit still prevail
In her history and her culture and her wealth of ancient tales
Her peace at last is there for all to see
Her only battle now is to attract new industry
As a tourist throng invades the North East coast
They find themselves confronted with a warm and friendly host
I can hear the Geordies boast
"This is my land,
Northumbria this is my land
Northumbria.
My land My land My land
Northumbria THIS IS MY LAND".