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Andrew Burbidge |
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The Place I Was Born |
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| I wandered high and I wandered low over mountain and dale | ||
| I’ve felt the joys of spring and I’ve feared the winter’s gale | ||
| I’ve been in love I’ve been in pain and sometimes felt forlorn | ||
| Though always I remembered the place I was born | ||
| And does the corn in the fields still look shiny and gold | ||
| Do people gather round the fireside to see off the cold? | ||
| And are they there still as I remember, old friends good and true | ||
| Or is there just the dying ember of the life I once knew? | ||
| Do the stars in the sky look as sparkly and bright | ||
| As they shine in the dark on a sharp frosty night | ||
| And do children look up trying to understand | ||
| Or are such feelings of wonder forever gone from the land? | ||
| Oh! Take me back on wings of joy to the place I knew then | ||
| Through the woods and the meadows at peace once again | ||
| Would there be flowers in the window as on my first ever morn | ||
| In the place I’ll always remember, the place I was born | ||
Copyright © 2002 Andrew Burbidge |
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