This Feeling Of Nostalgia

This feeling of nostalgia beyond me to explain
In fancy i hear the robin singing in the drizzling rain
When Spring is in the leafy grove and the fields are decked with flowers
And the countryside lush and quite green after recent April showers
In my dreams i hear the dipper singing in the upland rill
That babbles to the river down the high fields by the hill
Memories of walks in the old fields remain with me to enjoy
Where i gazed on Nature's beauty with the wonderment of a boy
Some say the now is all that matter this very well may be
But life would be very boring without our gift of memory
The nostalgia that is sleeping it sometimes does awake
And in fancy i hear the wild duck quacking in the mountain lake
The shy cock pheasant cucking where the rank rushes grow
And the tiny brown dunnock singing midst the foliage of the hedgerow.