My  Dartmoor Meadow  (On Re-wilding a meadow, Hennock, South East Dartmoor)  

V1. Waiting for the wild  in this field      

Waiting for the wild  things to come     

the ox-eyes daisies    and the drop wort           

the ragged robin where the brook flows

Then the kestrel  flew  over the meadow 

 And a corn bunting  sang                                                                        

 I've mowed a little path so I can see through 

 And  find  all the wild things that  grow

 And feel it even though don't know the words                           

Chorus:

 Where the wild things grow  conveys  a  special magic as Spring comes on

 While there's enough dreamland we'll restore to the real land and make us feel  so alive

Something to do with the lapwings twisting in the sky 

The gold-ringed dragonflies

 V2. And the orchids  and marsh fritillaries grew

Yellow hammers  sang in the hedge

And the grasshoppers and beetles and knap weeds came

Makes you feel  you can to fly  like the swallows 

that have found my little meadow

I saw  them fly the swifts

twisting unfurling in the wind  

CHORUS  

V.3 The eyebright  and the orchids grew into my meadow  

hey!...and here come the white tail new queens  

 Bumblebees at dead-nettle and the scabious....