Down at St Aldhelm's well

 And if you want a land of peace then you can tell

I will meet you down at St Aldhelm's well

If you have forgotten Forget-me-nots or the chimes of Bluebells

Then come meet me down at St Aldhelm's well

If you want the sound of choirs or the toll of church bells

Then you'll find them down at St Aldhelm's well

And the inhabitants of the village there happily they dwell

For they built their homes by St Aldhelm's well

And they sow the fields, gather yields and peas they shell

As they live their lives out by St Aldhelm's well

And the trees bear fruit and the livestock they can sell

All because of the waters at St Aldhelm's well

And it springs up from the hill and runs down in the dell

As the trees take their fill from St Aldhelm's well

They lack not for lumber for trees grow in great number

And their strong trunks they can fell

As they grow thick and fast, just like ships' masts

And you can find them down at St Aldhelm's well

None are diminished after the day's toils are finished

None feel oppressed by evil or fear hell

For they pour water from their jugs and they fill their cups and mugs

And all drink deep down at St Aldhelm's well