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Thread #148015 Message #3433736
Posted By: emtee
09-Nov-12 - 01:08 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Add: The Old Ways (Mike Truelove)
Subject: Lyr ADD: THE OLD WAYS
Lyr ADD: THE OLD WAYS (Mike Truelove)
My three score and ten's nearly done I'm an old man with hair turned to grey I dream of the old ways I knew as a boy Worked from dawn till the eve of the day
Walking between rows of golden sheaves On our way home from the reaping Horse walks beside me, gentle and slow Night shadows stealthily creeping Home to the stable, hang collar and trace Old fella's worked hard for his keeping Home to the fireside and bed's warm embrace The children already are sleeping
My three score and ten's nearly done I'm an old man with hair turned to grey I dream of the old ways I knew as a boy Worked from dawn till the eve of the day
Lush meadow grass laid in swathes by the mower Three days of turning and drying The ricks they grew tall as we pitch-forked the hay Under blue skies, warm breezes sighing In baskets of willow the maids brought our meal Old home brew bottles held cold tea We ate neath the rick telling tales handed down tales Contented folks, easy and free
My three score and ten's nearly done I'm an old man with hair turned to grey I dream of the old ways I knew as a boy Worked from dawn till the eve of the day
The land is now worked by noisy machines The ways of the countryman fading Mem'ry returns to those days gone and past The seagulls and crows at their raiding In the cool early dawn of a gold autumn morn No place for sadness or sorrow With the horse leading on to my quiet commands I'd follow the plough in straight furrow
My three score and ten's nearly done I'm an old man with hair turned to grey I dream of the old ways I knew as a boy Worked from dawn till the eve of the day