Lyrics

And the river is rolling
The river is rolling
This village ever on the edge of change
But the church the crossroads stay the same
From May when the Morris men greet the dawn
To the mill where the Chesapeake timber's sawn

The fete, the china, the strawberry teas
Ducks under bridges the leats and leas
Boxing Day when with the bikes change gear
The pubs in the square, the barrels and the beer

I will be
In the meadow when the sun sets sail
I will be
On the bridges and the parks and trails
I will be
In the heart of the Downland hills
I will be
Where the Meon is rolling still
Where the river is rolling
Where the river is rolling

The butchers, the cow, the chalk and the sea
The Romans walked beneath the old oak trees
Ghostly echo from the halls at Knowle
Some were lost and some made whole

Long summers’ evenings, the thump of the bass
By Autumn the thousands will have left no trace
The fairground vans the chaos, the clatter
Everyone said ‘It’s people that matter’

I will be
In the meadow when the sun sets sail
I will be
On the bridges and the parks and trails
I will be
In the heart of the Downland hills
I will be
Where the Meon is rolling still
Where the river is rolling
Where the river is rolling