The Malvern Hills

So far in the distance Their peaks can be seen, And lit by the sunlight Familiar they lie, Their image and beauty Their shape and their form, So blissful and peaceful They reach to the sky. Upon the horizon And shrouded in haze, The hills rise above All this wonderful land, The fields and the meadows The hedgerows and trees, The picturesque Malvans Majestically stand. Such treasure they hold As their splendour does rise, In crimson they shine On this warm summer's day, And resting upon All their glory and might, The shadows of clouds Slowly moving away. So far in the distance The marvellous view, Carry me forth And the stories they tell, To find inspiration In music and words, A place in my heart That forever will dwell.