Where Ravens Feed written by Graeme Miles
Graeme Miles wrote this song circa or about 1966 and I feel that it will, along with many of his other songs, last well into the future. I remember him saying that it was written on one of his visits to The Lake District where the scenery and atmosphere inspired him to write ‘Where Ravens Feed.’ Our friend Gordon Simm, sadly no longer with us, sang many of Graeme’s songs as well taking great photographs of places that fall into line with many songs about the landscapes that Graeme loved . Martyn
Gordon Simm was passionate about Folk Music something l shared and from the late 60’s we went to many folk clubs and really enjoyed the music. After a gap due to bringing up a family we got back to Folk music , clubs and festivals. At the age of 50 he taught himself to read music and play the English concertina. We were lucky enough to meet Graeme Miles and spend time with him, admiring his writing but also how Martyn Wyndham-Read a dear friend sang so well many of those songs. Gordon also loved walking and his love of photography became a side by side hobby. A love of nature, flora and fauna took him to many parts of the u.k and Europe often walking and carrying a rucksack & tent as he went. Through his photography he co -wrote two Map and guides with Jaquetta Megarry Publisher and owner of Rucksack Readers, Gordon was principal photographer for Hadrian’s Wall Path and Cleveland Way. Gordon died in 2012 doing what he loved, walking in Spain.
Wendy T Simm 💞
Where Ravens Feed
by Graeme Miles
I roam and ramble in lonely places
All in the coolness of the rain
Over rolling hill and rugged mountains
Over sandy heath and grassy plain
And should you ask am I content there
I’d answer yes oh yes indeed
For my heart it dwells in lonely places
Where springs leap down where ravens feed
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I seek and find these lonely places
Where bounds the hare and deer run
Over crags of grey and mossy boulders
Shaded from the morning sun
And should you ask am I at ease there
I’d answer yes oh yes indeed
For I’ll always love these lonely places
Where springs leap down where ravens feed
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I yearn and long for lonely places
Where hunts the fox and badgers play
Where midnight stars are at their brightest
Where snow lies deep where mists hang grey
And should you ask am I at home there
I’d answer yes oh yes indeed
For my desires are for lonely places
Where springs leap down where ravens feed
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I lose myself in lonely places
On heathered moor and bracken fell
And with the wind hold conversation
It always has so much to tell
And should you ask am I at peace there
I’d answer yes oh yes indeed
For I’ll always need these lonely places
Where springs leap down where ravens feed
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