Songs
Windmill Hill
There’s a guy sat in the windmill sitting in the picture window
Sipping coffee as the world walks by and hours tick away
But he doesn’t seem to notice, ‘cos he’s quite chilled out and happy
As he reads the latest headlines from the paper for that day.
On Windmill Hill
There’s a girl that’s been in battle with the hoards that swarm to Asda
But the trophies in her basket says she’s passed the test and won.
Now she wanders past the Windmill grinning like a Cheshire cat
And she’s feeling quite elated though her shopping weighs a tonne.
On Windmill Hill
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On Windmill Hill the sun reflects the pastel coloured houses
And the people smile and greet each other in familiar ways
And the sound of children laughing as they run around the playground
Is an omen that the people here are in for better days.
On Windmill Hill.
On Windmill Hill the park is always open for the joggers
Being chased by lots of dogs their owners let off of their leads
In the background is the clattering and sound of squealing brakes
As yet another speeding train approaches Bristol Temple Meads
On Windmill Hill
At Mrs Browns the café they are gathering for their breakfast
With their pushchairs and their buggies parked beneath the rustling trees.
And families with their picnics sit and talk about the weather
While their kids are playing football in the warm and gentle breeze.
On Windmill Hill
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The vicar of S Michaels opens up the church each Sunday
For the faithful to come in to worship, celebrate and pray.
And through the week the church becomes a place where people meet
And after school, the Moose Club, where the children come to laugh and play.
On Windmill Hill
Each day you see the parents drop their children at the school
Where they will often spend an hour talking outside at the gate
And suddenly they have to rush to something they’ve forgotten
And already they are running almost fifteen minutes late.
On Windmill Hill
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On Windmill Hill
On Windmill Hill
We’ll all have better days on Windmill Hill