In days gone by when the world was much younger
We harnessed the wind for to work for mankind
Seamen built tall ships to sail on the ocean.
Landsmen built wheels the corn for to grind
Around and around and around went the big sails
Turning the shaft in the great wooden wheels.
Creaking and groaning, the millstone kept turning
Grinding to flour the corn from the fields
In Flanders and Spain and the low coast of Holland
In the Kingdoms of England and Scotland and Wales
Windmills grew up all along the wild coastline
Ships of the land with their high canvas sails
In Lancashire lands we work hard as the good earth
Ploughing and sowing as the seasons declare
Waiting to reap of the rich golden harvest
While the miller was idle his mill he'd repair
Windmills of old wood all darkened by weather
Windmills of stone, glaring white in the sun
Windmills like giants all ready for tilting
Windmills that died in the gale of the storm
