Where mine years ago was a well known face
Today i would be a stranger to most people in my first homeplace
From there in distance i live far away
And i have not been to there for many a day
It has been thirty five years when walking with my dog
that i last heard the curlews piping in Mattie Owens bog
On a balmy evening in the prime of the Spring
When the nesting songbirds did whistle and sing
In a field to her calf by old River Finnow
Just after sundown the soft lowing of a cow
That such pleasant memories in the mind does stay
Despite time's erosion only true to say
Despite years of absence old memories remain
And in fancy i often walk in the old fields again
Where i grew to love Nature when i was a boy
And far south of there learning about her today i enjoy.
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