when wallisdown was just a roman track
for heavy wooden cartwheels
when just rabbits habitat-ed all of the downs
the gypsy kids played in gypsy town
a fortune then was half of a crown
when ensbury park twas an old horse race track
the grass was tall and spread out and back
across the Talbot heath woods gravel tracks
the heathers song was buzzed
by hordes of merry bees in the fuzz
the church bells rang out
across the village green
from millhams lane to ringwood road
little wayside country inn
home of rest to all that were a traveling
twas quite a scene
when many walked the gravel track to wimborne bridge
across the lanes of hills n ridge
cows brought back from the market towns stalls
through ferndown haunts and kinson moors
they called out to the heifer crews
along that road that led to Poole
the pines were oh so tall n proud
all their branches wore a shroud
of green n browns n pollen flowers
to delight young girls for many hours
days long afore the cars took oer
those lanes n gravel tracks that were
dartford warblers were fine birds
their songs were often heard
now all thats left are memories
of all those walks that used to be
before the tower park complexity
covered up whats left by alderney