Why hey big brother down there in London town How well I remember your clothes all ripped down With your football games and your hoop and cane Such a big strong lad you were back then Why hey little brother up there in Northumberland It's been many a year since we played on the sand And you've grown so tall, you're a fine young man Ploughing all those fields on our father's land And here we stand at opposite ends of this pleasant land The years have flown, I miss you so I hope you've always known Why hey big brother of mine, just thought I'd call To find out how you're doing in this big wide world Huh, with your suit and tie and your big red guitar You followed your dream, aye you've come so far Well, hey little brother up there miles keep us apart How I miss your easy smile and your big, big heart As you till the soil, and you plough the fields I'm so damn proud, you're the man of means And here we stand I've come so far to shake your hand Before we grow too old, the door is open wide, so come in, so come on in, come out of the cold And here we stand on solid ground not shifting sands No gulf too wide, cos we will always cross that great divide And here we stand we were at opposite ends of this pleasant land Let's drink a toast or two? well, now I'll drink to you, brother No, I will drink to you