IntroHere’s The House And Here’s The LandHere’s Where Our Old Cottage StandsMy Parents Gave All They Could GiveAnd This Is Where My Family LiveMy Mum Was Raised Under Cob & ThatchAn Honest Living They Did ScratchBut When Their Cottage Was CondemnedTheir Country Way Of Life Did EndSo The Council Moved Them To The TownExpected Just To Settle DownBut Long Her Country Heart Did YearnAnd To The Country She’d ReturnThey Found This House Like A Devon DreamWith Golden Thatch And Walls Of CreamPut In An Offer Without DelaySo Us Kids Could Grow Up In A Country WayAnd Here We Children Roam The FieldsMaking Dens In Woods ConcealedCycle The Lanes Around AboutWe Know This Country Inside OutWe Gather Apples In The FallStack The Sacks Against The WallHelp The Farmers Herd The SheepAnd Dream Of Summer In Our SleepNext To Us Is Joyce & BillArthur & Unis Up The HillOld Mrs King In The Farm So BleakWalks To Chapel Every WeekWe Know Each Neighbour Name For NameThere’s No Strangers In This LaneAlways Friendly, Always TrueDevon People Through And ThroughThe One-Tree Bridge Is Fallen And GoneWhere The Sticklebacks Hid Under A StoneHere We Blackberried, Here We SwamMade Out Of Pebbles And Mud A DamnHere The Tall Heron Fished The StreamHere We Watched The Kingfisher GleamDown The Long Valley The Woodpigeons CryWhere The Whimple To Waterloo Train Steamed ByHere’s The House And Here’s The LandHere’s Where Our Old Cottage StandsMy Parents Gave All They Could GiveAnd This Is Where My Family LiveThere’s Some Who Said We Couldn’t PaySome Who Said We’d Never StaySome Looked On With Spite And ScornAt The House Where I Was Bred And Born