The freedom the exhileration
Of the Brecon Heights
Away from man and his selfish plan
To keep us in at nights
To feed us with his balanced meals
Production units those
Sheep stuck in the lower fields
With red dye on their nose

Those lambs who drowned in mud
As early rains flooded their space
Whilst we could please ourselves
And wander all around the place
The freedom the exhileration
Of the Brecon Heights
Away from man
Who over ran
Our days as well as nights

We roam them hills
And taste the fresh green
Wild plants as we go
The dandelion, the clover
Tonic plants you know
But man he is so arrogant
He feeds those lower down
With that compacted garbage
That comes up from the town

Impregnated with man taste
His chemicals are bad
The Brecom Heights
Protect the rights
Of Sheep what rights we had
But man and flaming Governments
Think they know best and they
Are talking down the foot and mouth
And now of course, we pay

The farmers can't stop bleating
But it is us you know
Who get shot and go heavenwards
For where else should we go
Cull, you dream up words
For what is murder yes you do
Our babies, brothers, sisters, mothers
Shot down as they poo

You come by busloads guns a toting
Humans stop and think
Foot and mouth cheap food so crude
Being on the brink
Throughout your big elections
Our plight was not good news
Put on the back burner
The party did refuse
To come to terms with what was done
We could get over it
Its just like flu Oh what to do
Dig another pit!
And burn us just pollute the planet
Hear the children cough
Pay out compensation
And drag the poor sheep off!