Squeak, squeak went the farm gate,
creaking off it's hinges.

The swish and scrape of wind-blown trees,
as they beat on broken windows

A metal bin crashes and clatters,
as it falls from well worn gate.

Smash, bang went the window shutters,
old locks fall to the ground.

Whistling winds blow straight through,
they howl like a banshee.

Old farmhouse broken down,
it plays a symphony.