We all come together (Furness Anthem)

Nb fifty gren hills ... not green fields.

Sooz - it doesn't do it for me I must confess. I think you've maybe taken the task too literally. Why not try and put over the feeling of being at a festival - that single soul in a sea of souls thing. Let's see what others think!

Ta Tony, it actually sounds better than it reads, which means that the words do need a load of reworking. The brief was to promote the festival and the Furness area. I wanted something that people could pick bits up before the end of the song. I'm hoping to have something to present to Karl, the organiser, next week because the band who have agreed to perform it are going to need some time and Ideally I need to meet with them a few times to get their input. If it's complete pants its going to be their reputation on the line. Plus I'm doing the story-telling tent and hoping to sell some books so I don't really want to discredit myself either.

Second attempt .. any better?

We All Come Together

Muddy fields
Tattered jeans
A setting sun
And we all come together
Centre stage
The bands engage
Crowd joins in
And we all come together
There’s nothing like the feeling
Of being part of something whole
Every armband holder
Lays their footprint in the soil
And we all come together

And we all come together, and we all come together
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (harmonies)
There are four thousand arms (claping)
There are four thousand legs (stomping)
And we all come together, and we all come together
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (harmonies)
There are one thousand fires, there are two thousand hearts
And we all come together, and we all come together

Porta bogs
Wellie-bobs
Some rain some sun
And we all come together
Techo heat
An ethnic beat
Some rock some folk
And we all come together
The rolling Furness hillsides
Down to the Duddon Estury
One united spirt
And most of all the beer

And we all come together, and we all come together
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (harmonies)
There are four thousand arms (claping)
There are four thousand legs (stomping)
And we all come together, and we all come together
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (harmonies)
There are one thousand fires, there are two thousand hearts
And we all come together, and we all come together

And the bands are but an echo
When the last fires long burned out
We can walk these fields where sheep lay claim
And still feel the pull of the spirit’s flame
We can hear the ghosts still chanting
We can see the campfire’s flames
But most of all the footprints
Remain to bring us back again
Next year the footprints guide us back
And we’ll all come together
We’ll all come together
We’ll all come together in
Fur-ur-ur-ur-ness

And we all come together, and we all come together
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (harmonies)
There are four thousand arms (claping)
There are four thousand legs (stomping)
And we all come together, and we all come together
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (harmonies)
There are one thousand fires, there are two thousand hearts
And we all come together, and we all come together

(Music fades out and a single voice comes in quietly)
Muddy fields
Tattered jeans
A setting sun
And we all come together
Muddy fields
Tattered jeans
A setting sun
And we all come together
And we all come together