White clouds bounced like beach balls on the sands
Above the ridge of Rivington we saw
Here in this green place, noone is damned
White clouds bounced like beach balls on the sands
Tossed up in the air by unseen hands
Free at last away from mills and pans
The old stone barn,I felt compelled to draw
Through the stile I saw a waterfall
White clouds bounced like beach balls on the sands
Above the ridge of Rivington and all.
Like beach balls
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How my heart sings 