The Past Followed Me

I am from the home of the silver back crow
Where River Finnow to the Blackwater flow
North of this great Southern Land thousands of miles by sky
Even quite far as the migratory bird does fly
The memories of the past do keep following me
In my flights of fancy i hear and i see
The male red breast robin proclaim territory
In Spring on a high branch of silver birch tree
In far fields i grew to love Nature when i was a boy
And learning of her ways i still do enjoy
And though my wonder of her never ceases to grow
So little about her i can claim to know
The past followed me from old fields far away
In distance far north of where i live today.