We who proud belong br Among the countrysiders br Reckon we all see br Such wonderful br Complexity of life. br br Far from city lights, br We witness every gleaming br Sunbeam strike new growth br In sacred things br That spawn in grassy streams. br br Scent of early dew br We smell in earthy springtime. br Sights of nature's prize br Buzzards, winging br Skywards fill our eyes. br br Cygnets magic change br Over time from brown to white. br Dark flocks of starlings br Noisy roost, but br Delight us every nightime. br br We want no changes. br Rivers run and must reach sea br From moorland heights, walking br Tall by birthright, br Our heritage is free.