Derbyshire

I love to stand on rugged tor

And stride across the empty moor

With wind in hair, and sun on face

For me there is no lovelier place.

Where dry stone walls tumble down

Wooded hills towards market towns

Broad valleys swathed with velvet grasses

Inch towards the hilly passes.

From peaceful Hope to sparkling Dove

The broad sweep of the land I love

The peace and tranquil embrace

Of each and every lovely place

Stays with me when home I go

With images of rain and snow

And scenes that delight the heart

When the sun cleaves the clouds apart.

Lingering in my minds eye

With a beauty that can make me cry.