2025 Competition Lyrics Entry:
This Beautiful Land by Adrian Court
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Lyrics
Through the tunnel of trees
Where Florence sits alone
In a summer breeze
Near Lindors home
Under brick built bridge
The river flows
Overlooked by giants
Guarding their gold
This beautiful land
This beautiful land
This beautiful land awaits me
Pass the Abbey ruins
Where children play their games
The Beaufort and King George
Sit back and silence reigns
The hidden quarry
Nobody sees
And the racehorse gallops
And wins with
This beautiful land
This beautiful land
This beautiful land awaits me
The Carpenter and the Star on the hill
Survey their land
And all that it yields
And Mr Evans smiles
A welcoming smile
And welcomes you all
To this beautiful land
This beautiful land
This beautiful land
This beautiful land awaits me
Still the river flows to it’s destiny
By the castle walls to the open sea
And the open sea understands
The gold is the river
Of this beautiful land
This beautiful land
This beautiful land
This beautiful land awaits me
Through the tunnel of trees to where Florence sits alone.
Where Florence sits alone
In a summer breeze
Near Lindors home
Under brick built bridge
The river flows
Overlooked by giants
Guarding their gold
This beautiful land
This beautiful land
This beautiful land awaits me
Pass the Abbey ruins
Where children play their games
The Beaufort and King George
Sit back and silence reigns
The hidden quarry
Nobody sees
And the racehorse gallops
And wins with
This beautiful land
This beautiful land
This beautiful land awaits me
The Carpenter and the Star on the hill
Survey their land
And all that it yields
And Mr Evans smiles
A welcoming smile
And welcomes you all
To this beautiful land
This beautiful land
This beautiful land
This beautiful land awaits me
Still the river flows to it’s destiny
By the castle walls to the open sea
And the open sea understands
The gold is the river
Of this beautiful land
This beautiful land
This beautiful land
This beautiful land awaits me
Through the tunnel of trees to where Florence sits alone.
Author
Bio
Adrian Court
Song and lyrics writer for 50 years
Never had anything published
Song and lyrics writer for 50 years
Never had anything published
Co-author(s)
Lyrics Competition Results
Emotional Impact:
10/ 20
Technical Skill:
8/ 20
Memorability:
10/ 20
Storytelling:
9/ 20
Imagery:
16/ 20
Total Score:
53/ 100
Comments:
Lovely imagery. Who is the woman in the song and why are we hearing about her? I think we need more information
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It’s actually about the drive between Monmouth and Chepstow in South Wales along the lower Wye valley. All mentioned are places along the route (pubs/hotels)