Against the background of the rising Sun
All starts to move, morning life has begun
Silhouetted against the coloured Sky
Standing majestic, standing high
A Windmill, such a gracious sight
Standing against the horizons bright daylight
Its Blades a master of invention
To turn with the wind is their intention
And grind the corn, to make bread
To ensure all around are amply fed
The villagers in their humble abodes asleep
Oblivious as the rivers waters creep
Turn the wheel slowly with a slight waterfall noise
And moves the cogs inside with such poise
Windy Miller works hard inside the mill
Of dust and powder, he gets his fill
Sometimes he looks like a walking Snowman
As the wheel turns inside just like a fan
Blows up the dust and he gets covered
But to him its part of the job, he’s not bothered
Set at the waters edge in amongst some trees
Which shelter the mill from the winds strong breeze
So in summer, spring, winter or fall
The wheel keeps turning making bread for all
When his flour is at the ready
It’s down the lane with it nice and steady
To his friend Mr Jones the baker
Whose shop is next to Mr Smith the undertaker
In his battered old van, it’s seen better days
But miraculously still wends its merry ways
To do the deliveries down into the town
With a smile, never with a frown
A jovial chap is Windy Miller
In his time a bit of a lady-killer
Was regard as the catch of the day
Until his Martha came his way
Totally smitten once they had met
He soon realised she was the best he would get
Married soon after now live in bliss
Now after fifty years they still cuddle and kiss
Together they make the old mill work well
How long it will last only time will tell
It is a bit battered and needs some repair here and there
However, Windy and Martha have each other, so they don’t care
As long as it still works from dawn to dusk
To make the flour for their grand-daughters babies Rusk
Yes, that is how life evolves for all of us
And time is all we have so don’t make a fuss