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Well - having finally got this old ibook G3 to work,I thought,as I'm in the lake district I ought to dedicate a song to Beatrix Potter.Hill Top is the name of the house just across the lake in Sawrey where she wrote Peter Rabbit.
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Hill Top
When the long summer days are buzzing like a lazy bee
And I can hear Peter Piper call
I am climbing through the branches of the apple tree
To see the land beyond the ivy wall
Where Benjamin dances along the hill
On the sunny side of time
And Pig-Wig snuffles in the acorn swill
Just a goosey gander rhyme
Of flying into the heaven of a blue sky
Where the water tumbles free..
When the wildflowers rustle in the evening sun
Across Sawrey near and far
Tabatha twitches as the fieldmice run
I'm looking for the northern star
Well I've been a wondering all these years
Where I might lay to rest
These schoolboy,paintbox,picturebook fears
Always struggling to make the best
Of what the twisted hands of father time have given
I'm a silver salmon leaping upstream...
When the fire is burning low on midsummers eve
I think about all the years
The smiles on the faces I've hda to leave
The laughter and the tears
We farm the land,we sew the corn
To keep the wolves from the door
Never felt such magic inside before
Until I travelled North
To the heart of the emerald forest
Where the rainbow dances with the storm...
Dedicated to the life of Beatrix Potter and the beauty of the Lake District
Written/Recorded at Orrest Head,Windermere by RG Paddler (Richard Gray)
copyright 2007 by RG Paddler
When the long summer days are buzzing like a lazy bee
And I can hear Peter Piper call
I am climbing through the branches of the apple tree
To see the land beyond the ivy wall
Where Benjamin dances along the hill
On the sunny side of time
And Pig-Wig snuffles in the acorn swill
Just a goosey gander rhyme
Of flying into the heaven of a blue sky
Where the water tumbles free..
When the wildflowers rustle in the evening sun
Across Sawrey near and far
Tabatha twitches as the fieldmice run
I'm looking for the northern star
Well I've been a wondering all these years
Where I might lay to rest
These schoolboy,paintbox,picturebook fears
Always struggling to make the best
Of what the twisted hands of father time have given
I'm a silver salmon leaping upstream...
When the fire is burning low on midsummers eve
I think about all the years
The smiles on the faces I've hda to leave
The laughter and the tears
We farm the land,we sew the corn
To keep the wolves from the door
Never felt such magic inside before
Until I travelled North
To the heart of the emerald forest
Where the rainbow dances with the storm...
Dedicated to the life of Beatrix Potter and the beauty of the Lake District
Written/Recorded at Orrest Head,Windermere by RG Paddler (Richard Gray)
copyright 2007 by RG Paddler
peacepiano
Another memorable song. A very English sound to this, appropriate for Miss Potter :) Thanks for sharing this.