The Town Far Away

On the tall trees by the town far away
The dark rooks are cawing at the twilight of day
With a chill in the breeze in the Fall of the year
The colder and wetter Winter days are near
On the streets not much traffic few cars pass up and down
There is a calm quietness in the old country town
With a population of mostly aging people most of the young are away
In the bigger cities where there is more work and  much better pay
At night things are quiet in the old country town
Where few people are outdoors after sundown
Where many of the  local publicans their trading licenses did sell
And those still in business not doing financially well
In the town by the mountain from here far away
Where the rooks  caw on the high trees at the twilight of day.