Rampisham Down

Rampisham Down

(Words and music by and © Talis Kimberley, 2009)

Eight miles north west of Dorchester
Ess Tee Five four oh one

On the high chalk land where the Romans were,
Upon Rampisham Down

Oh, twenty six iron giants stand
Ess Tee Five four oh one

With a great cats’ cradle in their hands
Upon Rampisham Down,
Oh, upon Rampisham Down.

Here the news comes in and the news goes out…
And the world will hear what it’s all about…
Oh, someone’s bleeding on foreign soil…
Was it right and proper? Was it good black oil?…Barbed wire can’t keep a signal out…
Soon the whispered word’s a global shout…
And when the world looks dark as it sometimes will,,,
Then look to the giants on the high chalk hill…

When the world looks dark as it sometimes must…
We’ll broadcast till the giants rust…

Upon Rampisham Down,
Oh, upon Rampisham Down.
Oh, upon Rampisham Down.