People Come And Go

The man who once owned the farm
He passed on last year
Gone for forever more
But the land still here.

His son owns the farm today
But one day he too must go
And behind him the land will stay
And the grass will grow.

And the wildflowers will bloom
In spring by the hedgerow
And the hawthorns will wear
Their blossoms white as snow.

And whilst the male bird sing
The female on her nest
Looks up at the sky
Her eggs warm beneath her breast.

On sign on the farm yard gate
The words 'Private Property'
He is trying to say
This land belongs to me.

But he has got it wrong
As wrong as wrong can be
For he is just the care taker
Of what he calls his property.

For one day he too must leave
And to the farm return never more
And with the R.I.P's
He won't hear his wife snore.

The man who once owned the farm
Last year passed away
And people come and go
But the land still stay.