Skylark rises from the rushes caroling upwards as he fly
He keeps singing whilst ascending a musical speck in the sky
Till in the gray clouds he does vanish still his music one does hear
Distant fields I do remember in the Springtime of the year
Nesting birds all day long singing on hedgerow and bush and tree
The lush fields are full of wildflowers beauty everywhere to see
Cows with their calves on sweet grass thriving tastes better than silage or hay
And the hawthorn trees they look resplendent in their white blooms of the May
Swallows home to breed for Summer all day chasing flies and bees
And the weather damp though pleasant a high of twenty degrees
Dipper in the stream is singing dark brown bird with breast white as snow
Under the bank his partner on her eggs is sitting of their ways so much to know
I live distant from my homeland though the memories with me stay
Of the beauty born in the old fields that was Nature's gift to May.
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