Saunter down the highway
Hike over the Peaks
Walk here to there and back again
From Ashbourne up to Leek
Cross Dale and over moorland
Where’re the heart may lead
In sun, in rain, at night, at dawn
When dew forms into beads
To further mountain yonder
Or valley by a brook
That bubbles with vivacity
Whatever way you look
And wonder at the beauty
Of this our Earth so mild
Yet so tempestuous as well
Is Nature and her child
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