I went to shop at Caterite
One sunny morn in May.
I pushed my trolley round the store
And when I came out through the door
The panorama that I saw
Just took my breath away.

The mountains stood so sharp and clear
Against the sky so blue;
The ridges of those lovely fells
From Grisedale Pike to fair Catbells.
What other supermarket sells
Such a stupendous view?

And I shall know that I've grown old
One morning in the spring,
When I come out of Caterite
With the sun shining clear and bright
And simply see the same old sight
And do not feel a thing.