I Am From The Place

I am from the place of the silver back crow
Where the Cails and Finnow to the Blackwater flow
Thousands of sky miles north of where i live today
In anyone's language that is a long way
Back there now 'tis Spring beneath clouds blue and gray
The wildflowers in bloom in the green fields of May
In fancy the song of the tiny brown wren i do hear
For one of his size quite melodious and clear
A familiar voice of the northern Spring
The dark brown white breasted dipper in the river does sing
And cattle out of wintering sheds on months of eating silage and hay
On nutritional Spring grass gaining weight by the day
And skylark a musical speck in the sky
Is carolling sweetly as upwards he does fly.