Mist on the Downs

Mist on the Downs

In shrouded forests, in England’s leafy dales an air of mystery, yeah, of long forgotten tales. Where time stands still, and flowers sway, and the river passes by. A place of peace, of mystery, where the autumn breezes sigh.

I will remember, the mist upon the downs. Yeah, that September, the mist upon the downs.

Through country roads, and winding lanes, leading to the hills. I walk and gaze upon the land, until I’ve had my fill. Peace of mind is yours to find, in a countryside so green and there’s no man could stand and fail to be moved by this scene.

I will remember, the mist upon the downs. Yeah, that September, the mist upon the downs.

Misty days, and secret ways, beneath the autumn trees. Falling leaves upon the ground, yeah the calm is all around me. When troubles come, when problems rise, the woodland pull is strong. Surrounded by the forest deep, there is no right nor wrong.

I will remember, the mist upon the downs. Yeah, that September, the mist upon the downs. I will remember, the mist upon the downs. Yeah, that September, the mist upon the downs.