[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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These miles of dry stone walls
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That hold, in ploughed brown fields, these kingly halls
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The dead of centuries in hills of sand
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The stones that bind them
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Are proud as what lies behind them
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And varied as the counties in this curious land
[Verse 2]
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In Cumberland they built them
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On hills that surely must have killed them
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Through broom and juniper and stunted ling
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Two thousand feet over
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With just a tarpaulin cover
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They crouched in wind and rain and waited for the spring
[Verse 3]
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In Aberdeenshire valley
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The fields were only open quarry
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The stones were gathered up and made to stand
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But with every ploughing
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You'd think it was stones they'd been sowing
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The walls grew sadder here than any in the land
[Verse 4]
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The Irish built in courses
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Of single stones the size of horses
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Of glacial boulders, without edge or face
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But if you could view them
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Above, the sun lighting through them
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You'd swear the hills were edged in broken granite rays
[Verse 5]
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When Pict and Viking took
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Stone pages from some prehistoric book
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A sandy flagstone under Orkney hills
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Hailing there the while
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And left history in the islands
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This is what water, wind and time and toil reveal
[Verse 6]
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From Yorkshire's limestone hills
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Through Derbyshire to the coast of Wales
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From Shetland's salty rocks to Devon lane
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Just look and discover
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Two walls that lean against each other
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You'll never see them in quite the same way again
[Verse 7]
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These miles of dry stone walls
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That hold, in ploughed brown fields, these kingly halls
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The dead of centuries in hills of sand
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The stones that bind them
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Are proud as what lies behind them
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And varied as the counties in this curious land