Goblin Combe by Dave Pearse

Tucked away in the Mendip fold
A beautiful site to behold
Where holly and yew of evergreen
Throughout the winter their beauty seen
Among the branches dwells the dormouse
Through winter’s cold is provided a house
Even above Lulsgate iron birds roar
The songbirds singing does still enthral
For between the noise of each passing plane
The Combe’s peaceful quiet does still magic gain
For magic does its place name assume
The sacred earth magic of Goblin Combe