When tha walks o\u2019er the moor, and the deer run away,
Wi\u2019 the heath under foot, and the sky looms so grey,
Tha hears in the distance the curlew\u2019s lone cry,
Wi\u2019 the bracken and heather all brown \u2019neath the sky.
The rain starts to fall, like a drum on the stone,
And the moor feels as old as time all alone.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
When tha walks o\u2019er the moor, and the deer run away,Wi\u2019 the heath under foot, and the sky looms so grey,Tha hears in the distance the curlew\u2019s lone cry,Wi\u2019 the bracken and heather all brown \u2019neath the sky.The rain starts to fall, like a drum on the stone,And the moor feels as old as time … Continue reading Big Moor<\/span>