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.
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Wish I could be there too... Standing on the beacon!