Wheely Down Lyrics

She womanly lay like the lay of the land The land around Wheely Down And every curve was a high, high hill To hang above the town
From Holland they came to make the maps And they had made her well For the rivers danced all across the green And the pine-wood sweet did smell
As far as ever a man can see It yields him more and more And every house he washes it white And he covers it all with straw
Except for the fool who makes his home Upon the flooded ground And the still on the tide is a glass to the eyes That stare out of Wheely Down
All things must change within the earth The moving and the lame For the worms will rot the miller’s wheel And the rats will eat the grain
And the armies of deliverance Are run into the ground And the kestrel turns in the empty skies On high over Wheely Down