Far North

Far north even as the crow fly from here far away
In leafy groves, woods and hedgerows nesting birds sing all day
And blackbird will sing his fanfare of the May
Before the sun rise in the dawn cool and gray,
The song of the dipper i fancy i hear
And the stream that he sings in to me does seem near
And i hear the babble of the upland rill
As it scurries down from the foot of the hill,
In fancy i visit old places at this time of year
Where i first grew to love Nature so far north of here
When the moorhen in the river reeds utters her harsh cry
For to warn her chicks of danger nearby
And the song of the lark can be heard in the sky
And the swallows above the fields all day long fly.