I bet you've never heard of my home.
A little village near a little town.
You'll know my country, the UK, though.
I'm here waiting for summer to roll around.
Tregrehan is like it's own little world,
The waterfalls, the woods.
It's a pretty, pretty place for this girl.
And I swear it won't give up it's goods.
The planning for houses nearby
Will not go ahead, I hope.
No tall buildings to reach for the sky,
Even without the jobs we'll cope.
There's no reason to ruin the place I love,
With your plans and your 'eco'-ness.
My faith rains from high above,
Because here more is definitely less.