Clearwell

The Rocks
At Clearwell
In the Forest of Dean
A natural cave system
That just might have been

From the carboniferous period saw
Underground streams
Cutting caves there galore

Then came the miners
Iron give me ore
Give me ochre
Of red and of yellow
Are you sure

Yes even purple
Thats very rare
Painting with that colour
How is that fair

Now it is us
The Druids have come
The Cotswold Order
Imbolc and some

Ollie his night lights
I million they shine
Illumination
Right down the line

Into the chasm
Stalactites too
They say there are ghosts down here
No thats not true

Who knows who is saying that
It has been said
It sounds like pick axes
On top of your head

Those miners hat lights
Flickering in the gloom
It sort of reminds me
Of down in some tomb

Where everything echoes
And Iron once was sought
Where the mists are apparently
All a matter of thought

The Rocks at Clearwell
Clippity clop
Where is the Arch Druid
She has gone to the shop!

Its all about systems
And pot holes as such
Somehow we got down here
But I don’t like it much