The Memories Remain

I come from the place of the silver back crow
Where the Cails and Finnow to the Blackwater flow
Where the badgers at twilight from their setts venture out
In the old fields at night in search of food they roam about
Where i grew to love Nature when i was a boy
And learning of her ways i still do enjoy
And my wonder of her only does seem to grow
Though little about her i can claim to know
Where i was born and raised in from here far away
And though i've not been back there for many a day
In fancy on barn rafters i see the sparrows building their nests of hay
When the hawthorns are in their white blooms of the May
The past may be gone but the memories remain
And in fancy i walk in the old fields again.