With pikes we tossed out the hay for sun and wind to dry
On warm Summer days in a distant July
Yet in fancy I can get the sweet scent of hay
Wafting in the warm breeze in the heat of the day
The skylark was carolling in the blue sky
He seemed like a small speck as upwards he did fly
Till out of sight yet his song one still could hear
Such beautiful memories to us remain dear
Above their nest in a patch of mossy ground
The brown honeybees they were buzzing around
And out of the sun in the shade of the trees
The cows lay chewing their cuds at their ease
And such beautiful memories with us do remain
And in fancy I walk in the old fields again.
On warm Summer days in a distant July
Yet in fancy I can get the sweet scent of hay
Wafting in the warm breeze in the heat of the day
The skylark was carolling in the blue sky
He seemed like a small speck as upwards he did fly
Till out of sight yet his song one still could hear
Such beautiful memories to us remain dear
Above their nest in a patch of mossy ground
The brown honeybees they were buzzing around
And out of the sun in the shade of the trees
The cows lay chewing their cuds at their ease
And such beautiful memories with us do remain
And in fancy I walk in the old fields again.