Beyond the meadow runs the valley road
But yet you’d hardly know that it was there
The centuries have passed, new ones unfold
The sheep still safely graze without a care

Along the way the orchard seems at peace
But work goes quietly on as through we tread
The trees know that their task can never cease
The ancient Cider Fest must go ahead

The buildings have been here for many years
If they could talk what might they tell to us
But no great dramas only hopes and fears
Their world has moved along with no great fuss

But wait they didn’t hear so long ago
The morning noise, the red-eye to Heathrow