The old fields were in their wildflowers of the May
And in the leafy groves the birds sang all the day
And the dipper did sing in the silver tongued rill
That babbled to the river down the fields by the hill
Of such pleasant scenes the memories do remain
And in my flights of fancy i visit again
Where i grew to love Nature when i was a boy
And learning of her ways i still do enjoy
The countryside green after the recent showers
And the hawthorns were cloaked in their fragile white flowers
Of such splendid beauty a poet would write
A poem for others to enjoy and read and recite
But few things in life ever known for to last
And only the memories remain of the past.
And in the leafy groves the birds sang all the day
And the dipper did sing in the silver tongued rill
That babbled to the river down the fields by the hill
Of such pleasant scenes the memories do remain
And in my flights of fancy i visit again
Where i grew to love Nature when i was a boy
And learning of her ways i still do enjoy
The countryside green after the recent showers
And the hawthorns were cloaked in their fragile white flowers
Of such splendid beauty a poet would write
A poem for others to enjoy and read and recite
But few things in life ever known for to last
And only the memories remain of the past.