Mist over Goospastures

Oh this is a cursed place", my father said to me He told how underneath these beasts The bones of dead men lie No mention in the history books No epitaph no trace For twas the men that wrote the books that put them in this place And even after all these years can't look them in the face And the mist lies over goosepastures, where these cattle graze They swallowed all the abbeys first, and wiped their greedy jaws Then they came for the village fields With their wide open claws Their lawyers signed the papers to legitimise their crime To take away the commons that saw us through hard times And all across these centuries, seen dimly through the haze And the mist lies over goosepastures, where these cattle (Em) graze Lord Tresham he faced ruination after treason plot And he had needs for recompense to compensate his loss With fences and with ditches, left us on our own to fend How true indeed it was that sheep do surely eat up men And Montague's bloody vengeance came, by order of King James And the mist lies over goosepastures, where these cattle graze And hundreds came from miles around to join that rebel cause But with Captain Pouch just a dozen stood to face those venging swords Cut down like corn at harvest time, with blood the Ise Brook ran All followed by the hangman's rope there by the King's command They tried to cover up the shame, of actions low and base But the mist lies over goosepastures, where these cattle graze So in the year 1607, were planted here those seeds For Levellers and Diggers all to fight the tyrant's deeds Who tried to bury all their crimes from the eyes of God and man As they stamped down upon the earth with blood upon their hands Covered up their trails and tried so hard to banish every trace And the mist lies over goosepastures, where these cattle graze