I Would Love To Go Back

I would love to go back to the place by the hill
Back to where the clear silver tongued mountain rill
On to the big river with a babble does flow
Through fields and by ditches and by grove and hedgerow
Back to where the rushes in clusters do grow
In the home of the badger and silver back crow
Where i grew to love nature when i was a boy
And learning of her ways i still do enjoy
The skylark a musical speck in the sky
Does fade out of view as towards the clouds he does fly
And the song of the robin in fancy i hear
On a leafy birch tree in late Spring of the year
The past may be gone but the memories remain
I would love to go back to the old fields again.