Lyrics:

Take the path to the top of the hill
Follow the trail, look to the west
Alfred had me made (or made me again)
Others came before, to Oram's Arbour

A river flowing from the chalkhills
Through the water meadows and the open fields
Walls were made and streets were laid down
Halls and houses, schools and churches

The East Prospect of Winchester from the hill
Go high enough see further;
The making of England; the long song
The story in the stones and the lie of the land

A river flowing from the chalkhills
Through the water meadows and the open fields
Walls were made and streets were laid down
Halls and houses, schools and churches

A river flowing from the chalkhills
Through the water meadows and the open fields
All you see is set out before you
All you need is walking beside you
Walls were made and streets were laid down
Halls and houses, tunnels and bridges
A river flowing from the chalkhills
Through the water meadows and the open fields