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For we love to see the sunrise at morn
To hear the lark sing at the breaking of dawn
And we love to see the lambs skip and play
To feel the dew fall at the end of the day
For we love to smell the perfume of flowers
To watch the bees as they suck pollen for hours
And we love to feel the rain on our face
To see the clouds ’cross the sky as they race
For we love to walk with our toes in the sand
To go over the moor with our love hand in hand
And we love to see the harvest of gold
To watch in the evening the sunset unfold
For we love to hear the nightingale sing
To look for the stars as the twilight they bring
And we love to feel the crisp frost in the air
To sit in the moonlight at midnight so clear
For we love to hear the folk music play
To follow the horse to bring in the May
And we love to travel to coasts azure blue
To climb to the hilltops all white with the snow
For we love to sit by the fire as it glows
To shut up the doors ’gainst the wind as it blows
And we love to breathe the fresh air as we sleep
And close to our hearts these memories we’ll keep
We have all of these things on Exmoor so fair
And we think of them now and the memories we share