Windmills

D A G D D A G D D A G D In days gone by, when the world was much younger D A G D Men harnessed the wind to work for mankind D A G D Seamen built tall ships to sail on the ocean D A G D Landsmen built wheels the corn for to grind D A G D Around and around and a round went the big sails D A G D Turning the shaft and the great wooden wheels D A G D Creaking and groaning, the millstones kept turning D A G D Grinding to flour the good corn from the fields D A G D In Flanders and Spain and the lowlands of Holland D A G D And the kingdoms of England and Scotland and Wales D A G D Windmills grew up all along the wild coastline D A G D Ships of the land with their high canvas sails D A G D Around and around and a round went the big sails D A G D Turning the shaft and the great wooden wheels D A G D Creaking and groaning, the millstones kept turning D A G D Grinding to flour the good corn from the fields D A G D In Lancashire lads workhard with the good earth D A G D Ploughing and sowing as the seasons declare D A G D Waiting to reap of the rich, golden harvest D A G D While the miller is idle, his mill to repair D A G D Around and around and a round went the big sails D A G D Turning the shaft and the great wooden wheels D A G D Creaking and groaning, the millstones kept turning D A G D Grinding to flour the good corn from the fields D A G D Windmills of old wood all blackened by weather D A G D Windmills of stone, glaring white in the sun D A G D Windmills like giants all ready for tilting D A G D Windmills that died in the gales and are gone D A G D Around and around and a round went the big sails D A G D Turning the shaft and the great wooden wheels D A G D Creaking and groaning, the millstones kept turning D A G D Grinding to flour the good corn from the fields