Windmill (Alan Bell) In days gone by when the world was much younger We harnessed the wind for to work for mankind Seamen built tall ships to sail on the ocean. Landsmen built wheels the corn for to grind Around and around and around went the big sails Turning the shaft in the great wooden wheels. Creaking and groaning, the millstone kept turning Grinding to flour the corn from the fields In Flanders and Spain and the low coast of Holland In the Kingdoms of England and Scotland and Wales Windmills grew up all along the wild coastline Ships of the land with their high canvas sails In Lancashire lands we work hard as the good earth Plowing and sowing as the seasons declare Waiting to reap of the rich golden harvest While the miller was idle his mill he'd repair Windmills of old wood all darkened by weather Windmills of stone, glaring white in the sun Windmills like giants all ready for tilting Windmills that died in the gale of the storm Copyright Alan Bell BR
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