Through trees as dark as night
lies a village full of light
with trees swaying in the breeze
and water running through the streams,
with bricks piling high
and the sun shining in the sky,
the paths stretching oh so long,
and the birds sing thier lovely song,
woods of green will cast no shadow
and watch the deer run through the meadow,
the birds will be nesting in the trees
and the cattle will be much at ease,
squirrels jumping with great measure
and the sunset is newcastleton's greatest treasure.
