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The Hills That CradledUnder the suns watchful gazeIn hedged field or Long grassed valley I would run The evening air Warm and sweet The rolling green The dips and peaks Surveying the endless heaven Stick in hand Joy in heart Winters morning dew and mist Till Summers breeze through hair did kiss We were Emperors of Farm and wood Mighty as the oak Humble as the leaf As if carried by stream and brook Childhood and youth the fields took My days are now filled with grey and black An old man longing for memories back I'm so tired Satisfied by nothing I see I yearn for those ancient times |