Wytch Hazel Barrow Hill
Fresh air is greeting me
As I am feeling weak
Giving me strength to carry on
Wind brings a lease of life
Rain is a sacrifice
I've found a place where I belong
I am free walking the barrow
The liberty of walking the barrow
I was lost walking the barrow
Now I'm found walking the barrow
This ancient burial ground
Will be where the lost are found
'Twill be a great sanctuary for me
Inside a work is done
A spiritual battle won
The eyes of my heart are longing to see
On bended knee, I asked her to marry me
Here dead are laid, but not their final resting place
I am found, wandering around
Wandering free, this is my liberty
