Clee Hill sits like a giant in the landscape but its heart has been quarried out. The Iron Age stone boundary was brutally severed. But walk on its summit with the skylark singing above and you can still hear the voices of all that once called it home.

Lyrics

Coming up onto the hill, piles of earth around me still. Rocks and soil dug from below, quarried out what do we know.

Hollowed deep, the heart is lost, chipped and cracked at such a cost. Opened wide, their homes are gone, destroyed now each and every one and

I am here and you’re still here. Nothing’s here and everything’s still here and nothing changes, everything changes. Nothing changes and everything changes.

All around the lights are dim, scattered now from within. Time has passed and the tribes are gone, what remains of their song?

Hearth and home, ramp and ditch, was it worth it just to get rich? Where are those rocks older than time? Spread on roads it’s such a crime.

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