It’s spring at last the ice has gone, the lambs are out at play
I’ts time to take another look at what’s around today.
The trees are colouring quite nice .
The scenery’s divine o’h how i wish that i lived here .
And Stourhead House was mine.

It stands in grounds of wonder.
It towers over me.
How i do wish if i was wood i’d be a Stourhead tree.
The rivers gently flowing now it’s residence in tow.
I cant’ explain in poetry you’ll have to really go.

Go touch the water, watch and see just how this place embraces me.
How when i leave my heart;s desire.
It beckon’s me to look up higher .
And as i turn to leave forhome i wish that i was not alone.