When All Else Has Gone

In fancy i can hear the silver back crow
Cawing on a bare beech when the Winter winds blow
Across the high country from here far away
The past may be gone but the memories of it does stay
In me though for years i've not seen the old hill
Or heard the babble of the silver tongued rill
Flowing to the big river by ditch and hedgerow
Through old fields where rushes in clusters do grow
When all else has gone the memories do remain
And in fancy i walk by the river again
When the hawthorns are cloaked in their white blooms of the May
And the nesting birds sing on a pleasant Spring day
And the brown lark a musical speck in the sky
Is singing as up to the clouds he does fly.