SONGS:

There's a gentle kind of living, still to be found, by the side of these life giving streams
Where the quiet and stillness of morning, matches the beauty the night sky brings
And England, oh England, your beauty, so ever and ever remains
Where the streams run down to the rivers and the rivers run down through your plains

from Sweet River

And now below the Downs
It's all sirens and sound
And the felling of the last few hundred trees
As the town still expands
And the money changes hands
Is there anyone can stop this madness please

from Voices in the Wind