Intro
Here’s The House And Here’s The Land
Here’s Where Our Old Cottage Stands
My Parents Gave All They Could Give
And This Is Where My Family Live
My Mum Was Raised Under Cob & Thatch
An Honest Living They Did Scratch
But When Their Cottage Was Condemned
Their Country Way Of Life Did End
So The Council Moved Them To The Town
Expected Just To Settle Down
But Long Her Country Heart Did Yearn
And To The Country She’d Return
They Found This House Like A Devon Dream
With Golden Thatch And Walls Of Cream
Put In An Offer Without Delay
So Us Kids Could Grow Up In A Country Way
And Here We Children Roam The Fields
Making Dens In Woods Concealed
Cycle The Lanes Around About
We Know This Country Inside Out
We Gather Apples In The Fall
Stack The Sacks Against The Wall
Help The Farmers Herd The Sheep
And Dream Of Summer In Our Sleep
Next To Us Is Joyce & Bill
Arthur & Unis Up The Hill
Old Mrs King In The Farm So Bleak
Walks To Chapel Every Week
We Know Each Neighbour Name For Name
There’s No Strangers In This Lane
Always Friendly, Always True
Devon People Through And Through
The One-Tree Bridge Is Fallen And Gone
Where The Sticklebacks Hid Under A Stone
Here We Blackberried, Here We Swam
Made Out Of Pebbles And Mud A Damn
Here The Tall Heron Fished The Stream
Here We Watched The Kingfisher Gleam
Down The Long Valley The Woodpigeons Cry
Where The Whimple To Waterloo Train Steamed By
Here’s The House And Here’s The Land
Here’s Where Our Old Cottage Stands
My Parents Gave All They Could Give
And This Is Where My Family Live
There’s Some Who Said We Couldn’t Pay
Some Who Said We’d Never Stay
Some Looked On With Spite And Scorn
At The House Where I Was Bred And Born
