The wind doth blow a thousand fold
Over country fields and city,
As through the woods I walk
In my solitude the bitter cold shows no pity.
The snowdrops shiver good morning
I must have walked a couple of miles,
As Mr Robin sings a tune to me
Above in the trees the blackbird smiles.
I breathe the cold country fresh air
As in the fields the sheep do graze,
Above all this wondrous beauty
Mother nature tells me it's one of those days.
When grey of sky is a warning
It's time to turn for home,
Cause these old bones need warming
And tis not a month to roam.
But still I have seen the beauty
The creation of mother earth,
I have seen her in all her splendour
In all her amazing magical worth.
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