Wheely Down

[Verse 1]
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 woods sweet did smell

[Verse 2]
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 on Wheely Down

[Verse 3]
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 sky
On high over Wheely Down