Echoes o’ ta Green
I remembers home, thou fer it be now
tis the greens I recall ta most
frem ta stony bay ta top o’ ta Tor
n’ how ta grey fog misted over all
I swears I hears ta land’s soft call
as if a whisper thru time’s door
ta beauty of it needs no boast
n’ magic nuff ta make a wizard bow
Ta old glen were ancient afore me fadders time
n’ sweet it were like honey scented wine
in ta night I admits I’ve often weep fer wha I lost
fer time turns na back even in this magic land
n’ so we finally accept ta hard truth out ahand
but den I didn’t understand ta bitter bitter cost
beneath dem shadowed trees of oakn’ ashn’ pine
it were like a sweet sad song of time n’ rhyme
WOW, this is so moving, nearly had me weeping. ;)