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Stone and Soil of Diddly Squat

Verse 1
Golden hills roll under limestone skies
Dry-stone walls where the kestrel flies
Barley bending in the summer wind
Clay and chalk where the roots dig in

North of Chadlington’s quiet lane
Fields that remember Saxon rain
Tractor tracks through the morning frost
Where the Cotswold sheep once grazed and crossed

Pre-Chorus
From Chipping Norton down the ridge
Past every oak and ancient hedge

Chorus
This is the stone and soil of Diddly Squat
Where the land gives little, but you give it a lot
Through rain and drought and a stubborn plough
You learn what the Cotswolds will allow
Engines roar but the skylarks sing
Over barley fields in the Oxford wind
Yeah the road is rough but the roots run deep
In the stone and soil of Diddly Squat keep

Verse 2
Winter wheat in the frozen ground
Yellow rapeseed miles around
Tractor lights in the early dawn
Working land that’s weather-worn

Red kites circling overhead
Where Roman roads once carved the spread
Hares that vanish through the rye
Cloud shadows racing through the sky

Pre-Chorus
Old farm tracks through bramble and thorn
Where the Oxfordshire fields were born

Chorus
This is the stone and soil of Diddly Squat
Where the land gives little, but you give it a lot
Through rain and drought and a stubborn plough
You learn what the Cotswolds will allow
Engines roar but the skylarks sing
Over barley fields in the Oxford wind
Yeah the road is rough but the roots run deep
In the stone and soil of Diddly Squat keep

Bridge
Limestone dust on the tyres tonight
Fox in the hedgerow watching the light
Ancient hills and a stubborn plough
Farming the hard way, here and now

Cotswold stone and a battered gate
Working land that won’t cooperate
But every seed in the stubborn ground
Is a promise turning slowly round

Final Chorus
This is the stone and soil of Diddly Squat
Where the land gives little, but you give it a lot
Through storm and sun and the Oxford rain
You rise with the fields again

Skylarks high and the engines loud
Cotswold hills beneath the cloud
Yeah the road is rough but the roots run deep
In the stone and soil of Diddly Squat keep