Where I Was Raised

Where I was raised people never pray for rain
There always is water in the roadside drain
The rivers, streams and rills often bank high do flow
Yet of hunger and want there I never did know
Where I was raised many people are generous and kind
And any faults with them would be hard to find
But the lust of the wander from there lured me away
And I'm living far south of my old home today
In April and May in the prime of the Spring
The nest building songbirds do whistle and sing
And house sparrows line with feathers their straggly nest of hay
And swallows back home to breed for their seven months stay
The old fields are looking lush and green again
And Nature's flowers bloom in the wind and the rain.