Listen to the track:
The Cows are in the Clover
Just a silly song !
I like to wander Wembury way
Where lanes dip to the sea
And watch the cows by Barton fields
All mooing back at me
They’re chewing grass and plotting things
Like spies in cow disguise
So peaceful till your back is turned
Then mischief fills their eyes
The cows are in the clover
They’ve trampled it since morn
They’ve wandered up to Wembury Rec
And flattened half the corn
The cows are in the clover
They’ve trampled it since morn
They’re local folk celebrities
From sunset until dawn
There’s brown ones up by Knighton Hill
All staring down the track
And black and white by Langdon fields
That never hurry back
They stroll past Steve’s to sniff the shop
And block the lane for fun
Then chase the Pothole Pirates off
Before the tarmac’s done
The cows are in the clover
They’ve trampled it since morn
They’re hanging by the Odd Wheel now
And sniffing Bobby’s Horn
The cows are in the clover
They’ve trampled it since morn
They’re tipsy on the smell of ale
And dancing round the corn
I tried to take a selfie once
Down near the kissing gate
A Highland cow came photobombed
Her horns looked mighty great
She slobbered on my camera lens
Then licked my brand new shoe
And as I fled she gave a wink
And loudly shouted moo
The cows are in the clover
They’ve trampled it since morn
They’ve wandered down towards the beach
Where rangers look forlorn
The cows are in the clover
They’ve trampled it since morn
They’re mooing with the tourists now
And chewing through the corn
They love the Wembury allotment plots
They think it’s quite divine
They nip the runner beans at dusk
And taste the village wine
They’re not obese, just gravity-enhanced
With eco-friendly flair
If methane made the grid go round
We’d power Plymouth there
The cows are in the clover
They’ve trampled it since morn
They’re legends down in Wembury now
From sunset until dawn
The cows are in the clover
They’ve trampled it since morn
And if they reach the Odd Wheel bar
Just bring another horn