COPPER AND MAY (Eric Payne)

When times were much harder and these limbs were strong
I cared for my horses and sang them my song
I would talk through our duties to cart and to plough
How I miss, how I wish I could talk to them now

When I could see clearly I often could tell
By the birds in the sky, how the weather would swell
By the feel of the share as it turned back the clay
Knowing May and old Copper would plough well that day

Chorus

How I miss, how I wish I could talk to them now
With a song and a whistle we'd get through somehow
How I miss, how I wish I could talk to them now

When I could hear clearly I often would slow
For those still quiet moments that nature bestows
And I'd whisper as horse breath out over the frost
Come now me beauties they'll think we be lost

When my mind was more agile I'd colour my dreams
But these images now count for little it seems
What I once understood is no longer the way
And few understand not like Copper and May

As I hold this old curry comb tight in my hand
I so easily dream of my days on the land
And if heaven's a paradise Lord hear my prayer
That my dear May and Copper would plough with me there

On the album "Through Mists of Time" by Eric payne