There's a lot of Ivor Gurney poetry that Johnny Copin has set to music - that's very homesick - for those of you not familair, Ivor Gurney fought in (I think) the first world war, and spent most of his spare time writing longingly about Gloucestershire.

I'm homesick for my hills again, my hills again, to see above the Severn plain unscabbarded beneath the sky the long blue blade of cotswold lie and giant clouds go royally by, By jagged Malvern with a train of shadows where the land is low Like a huge imprisonning 'o'

I hear a heart that's sound and high I hear the heart within me cry, Cotswold, Malvern, sun or rain, My hills again.