A gentle breeze drifts up from the ocean far below,
Where thrift, wild garlic and celandine still grow.
Ponies graze the pastures in Spring and Summertime,
People wander from the beach and up the cliff path climb.
To stand and drink the sweetest air,
And find a view we all can share,
Who loves Cornwall's rugged coastline,
Where sea mists roll in, but the sun will mostly shine.
A pony flicks its tail a childs face lights up with a smile,
A scene so full of peace, time stands still awhile.
Where thrift, wild garlic and celandine still grow.
Ponies graze the pastures in Spring and Summertime,
People wander from the beach and up the cliff path climb.
To stand and drink the sweetest air,
And find a view we all can share,
Who loves Cornwall's rugged coastline,
Where sea mists roll in, but the sun will mostly shine.
A pony flicks its tail a childs face lights up with a smile,
A scene so full of peace, time stands still awhile.