She womanly lay like the lay of the land
The land around Wheely Down
And every curve was a high, high hill
To hang above the town
From Holland they came to make the maps
And they had made her well
For the rivers danced all across the green
And the pine-wood sweet did smell
As far as ever a man can see
It yields him more and more
And every house he washes it white
And he covers it all with straw
Except for the fool who makes his home
Upon the flooded ground
And the still on the tide is a glass to the eyes
That stare out of Wheely Down
All things must change within the earth
The moving and the lame
For the worms will rot the miller's wheel
And the rats will eat the grain
And the armies of deliverance
Are run into the ground
And the kestrel turns in the empty skies
On high over Wheely Down
- :
- Still
- Acoustic Classics
- Electric
- Miscellaneous
- Sweet Warrior
- Dream Attic
- Punk Headlines, Vol.2
- Action Packed:The Best Of The Capitol Years
- Live from Austin, TX: Richard Thompson
- The Bottom Line Archive: In Their Own Words, Vol. 1 (Live)
- The Bottom Line Archive Series: In Their Own Words, Vol. 1
- Still (Deluxe Edition)
- Still (Deluxe Version)
- BBC Radio 2 Folk Awards 2016
- Beatnik walking
- Uncut: The Heart of Saturday Night
- Uncut: The Sound Of 2013
- Cabaret of Souls
- Electric (Deluxe Version)
- Electric (Deluxe)