Marvelling the lumpy meadows, bathing in the sunlight,
Praising ye olde proud countryside
That won my heart in full, not part!
That distant spirit of the Roman age…
This place can change, this place has changed
At least one heart, in full, not part.
And left to ask yourself a question:
Does love exist, love at first sight,
That makes you feel the height, the light?
Oh, what can be a greater threat
Than to fall in love with Somerset?