Written by Gerry Beckley, ©1976
Found on Hideaway and Highway.

Watership Down, gather around
There's a story to be told
It's for the young and for the old
You might hear them in the distance
If your ear's to the ground

Whisper it loud, carry the sound
Of the footsteps alone
When they're heading for home
Through the raining of the dangers
And the grayness of the dawn

I can feel there's better days
Well, they're comin', they're comin'
I can see them through the haze
So can you

Watership Down, gather around
There's a story to be told
It's for the young and for the old
You might hear them in the distance
If your ear's to the ground

I can feel there's better days
Well, they're comin', they're comin'
I can see them through the haze
So can you

Oo, oo, oo

Watership Down, gather around
There's a story to be told
It's for the young and for the old
You might hear them in the distance
If your ear's to the ground

Whisper it loud, carry the sound
Of the footsteps alone
When they're heading for home
Through the raining of the dangers
And the grayness of the dawn.

I can feel there's better days
Well, they're comin', they're comin'
I can see them through the haze
So can you

Oo, oo, oo, oo ...