Soft winds allure,
Surrounded with fields and moor,
Stands cliffs and hills asunder,
Filled with sunshine; no rain nor thunder.
Paradise, sweet and sour
Full of life and Mother Nature.
Animals, flowers and plants have power,
For no man can replace machinery as a lover.
Hearts will melt
And minds will rise,
For no land is more felt
Than the lands we recognise.
So rise, rise up and take a stand
Otherwise your land will be no more
Than greed that we take for grant.