Standing On The Beacon. Poem by Glenn Ford

Standing on the beacon, over ten thousand acres of land
With a light wind in my face I feel I have the world here in my hand
No one could be in a more beautiful place on a clear and sunny day
Looking over patchwork fields of emerald, watching lambs at play

The buzzing of a bumblebee, mooing cattle can be heard
Breeze rustling gorse bushes, and the cheeping of a bird
Oh the Sussex downs, how more beautiful could you be?
There's no place in this world that could compare to you, for me.