York, a city in northeastern Great Britain, brings to mind ghosts of past centuries. When you travel to York, you will uncover Viking and Roman-era ruins, ruins of an Abbey, cobblestoned streets (or gates as they are called,) and remnants of palatial life by earlier English monarchs.
York is a walled city, and reminds me of the self-sufficient life of those who lived within the walls of their fiefdoms. Streets were named for the type of business conducted on them. For example, “Swinegate” was the street where the hog sellers market sold freshly-cut meat. (As you can imagine, it was a favorite haunt of the local cats and dogs.) You find many other examples as you walk the narrow streets and alleys (“snickelways,” or shortcuts between roads,) of York.
To me, York invokes images of castles, lords, knights, and whispered longings of courtly lovers in front of a fireplace on a cold, winter’s night. Thusly, York inspires the song on this video. I hope you get a chance to travel there.