One Might Say I Have Known

One might say I have known a far better day
The passing of time has left me looking gray
In this big Southern Country my remains may lay
But I'll always be one from a place far away
Though little of what I was in me remain
Some of the accent I was born into I do retain
And suppose till be with me till my last night and day
Something from the past with every migrant that stay
In my old homeplace the fields in their wildflowers of May
And the hawthorns are cloaked in their blooms white to gray
And the nesting birds singing on bushes and trees
Their music is carrying in the freshening breeze
Here the brown leaves are falling in the Southern Fall
And the dark birds of rain the pied currawongs call.