Where I Grew To Love Nature

The reed bunting sang where the bog cotton grow
When the warm winds of May in the old fields did blow
And the dark brown water bird dipper with breast white as snow
Did sing in the stream where babbling waters did flow

On down to the big river by dyke and hedgerow
In places quite quickly and where pools are quite slow
From the foot of the hill to the river to the saltwater shore
Through old fields to babble on forever more

The hawthorns were in their white blooms of the May
And in the leafy groves nesting birds sang all the day
And in sunny blue sky just a few clouds of gray
When i grew to love Nature in fields far away

In far away fields towards the west of the town
I grew to love Nature when my hair was dark brown
But going back in time that does seem long ago
And time has left me gray time is everyone's foe

And only the memories with me do remain
Of old fields i never may walk on again
Where i grew to love Nature when i was a boy
And learning of her ways i still do enjoy.