In The Damp Fields

In the damp fields where the rushes in clusters do grow
Old River Finnow it ever does flow
On towards the Blackwater it babbles on it's way
With a tongue never silent by night or by day
In those old rushy fields i grew to love Nature when i was a boy
And learning of her ways today i enjoy
Of those old rushy fields the memories with me stay
When the hawthorns were cloaked in their white blooms of the May
The nesting birds sung to greet and farewell the day
Good memories never seem for to fade away
But the past just a memory and the future ahead
And we live in the  now as the wise one has said
And tomorrow is coming and yesterday has gone
And life all around us as usual goes on.