About the Track:
Lincoln’s Heartbeat is a love song to a city — a quietly majestic tribute to Lindum’s namesake. Rich with folk melodies, gentle vocals, and modern spoken-word interludes, it evokes the history, warmth, and unspoken stories carried by cobbled streets and cathedral stones. It’s as much memory as music — soft, sincere, and full of reverence.
Lyrics:
[Verse 1 – Female folk singer]
Upon the hill, where Romans stood,
Beneath the endless sky,
Lincoln calls with ancient stones,
Its cathedral soaring high.
Cobbled streets tell tales of old,
From castle walls to Brayford shore,
Echoes linger, stories told,
In the heart forevermore.
[Chorus]
Oh Lincoln, dear Lincoln,
By Witham’s gentle stream,
Where history meets the present day,
In every stone and beam.
Oh Lincoln, fair Lincoln,
Your beauty will remain,
In the hearts of all who wander here,
And call your name again.
[Verse 2 – Female folk singer]
Busy streets with bustling charm,
Shops and cafés line the way,
Brayford boats sway gently still,
As the sun sets on the day.
Through Steep Hill’s winding climb,
Past tea rooms quaint and bright,
Up to towers that touch the sky,
Bathed in golden light.
[Rap Interlude – Male voice]
Yo, check it—Lincoln city, got that timeless flow,
Roman roads beneath my feet, wherever I go,
Steep Hill climbing, catching breath, taking it slow,
Brayford vibes, boats glide, yeah, watch ’em flow.
Castle stories deep, whispering through walls,
Cathedral touching skies, standing proud and tall,
From old-school knights to modern-day dreams,
Lincoln’s heartbeat steady, forever it seems.
[Bridge – Sung]
Ghosts of knights and pilgrims pass,
In shadows cast by moon,
Songs of freedom linger still,
Echoing a timeless tune.
And when the stars dance overhead,
And night lays soft and sweet,
Lincoln’s heart beats quietly,
In every hidden street.
[Chorus]
Oh Lincoln, dear Lincoln,
By Witham’s gentle stream,
Where history meets the present day,
In every stone and beam.
Oh Lincoln, fair Lincoln,
Your beauty will remain,
In the hearts of all who wander here,
And call your name again.
[Outro]
So here’s to you, oh city fair,
Our Lincoln, brave and true,
May your stories long endure,
We raise our song to you.