Текст песни thompson richard - Wheely Down
thompson richard - Wheely Down слова песни
She womanly lay like the lay of the landThe land around Wheely DownAnd every curve was a high, high hillTo hang above the town>From Holland they came to make their mapsAnd they had made her wellFor the rivers danced all across the greenAnd the pine woods sweet did smellAs far as ever a man can seeIt yields him more and moreAnd every house he washes it whiteAnd he covers it all with strawExcept for the fool who makes him homeUpon a flooded groundAnd still on the tide his glass to the eyesThat stare out of Wheely DownAll things must change within the earthThey move in and they layAh, the ones will rot the miller`s wheelAnd the rats will eat the grainAnd the armies of deliveranceAre run into the groundAnd the kestrel turns in the empty skiesAnd high over Wheely Down