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Run across the fair fields, as fast as you can run, the fields your grandmother ran as a young girl, Over long lush dark green grasses, whipping your knees, soft spongy turf springs each new step, To stop where fast flowing streams rush and dance to the wind, a sweat breaking out on your face, All out of breath kneeling by the bank of a brook, a stitch in your side, corn waves like a gentle sea. By the brook with childhood friends enjoying sweet company watching spring as her beauty unfolds, To walk across wet water mead’s, seeing glades in their finest clothes, to a meadow, in full flower, Rolling in grass making camps sitting legs crossed as warm summer breezes temper-sweating brows, Making sure you sit next to the one you care for most, nothing will be as good as this day ever again. Playing in the meadows where your grandmother played, picking daisies, making very long chains, Holding buttercups up to chins to see if they shine, then laughing, shouting out loud when they do. Playing kiss chase, slightly slowing down, when the one you want to be kissed by is chasing you, Under old pear blossom trees, flushed rosy red cheeks sitting next the one who is your first love. Laying in high grass chin in cupped hands, it is so special this lovely day will be yours for all time, Just staring at friends, full of innocence and so happy, this romantic time can never be repeated, Unplanned moments where beautiful things just happen it’s your youth just enjoy the here and now, Where everything is brighter has more colour, smells from the meadows become a memory for life. Laying on your back staring at turquoise watery skies, listening to the silence, a perfect sunny day, Heaths meeting small woods surrounded by greenest carpets only seen by a child’s pure innocence, Give your heart and soul to this day enjoy natures gifts, your end of days will recall these moments, Falling asleep in the December of your life, this last dream your friends will be there waiting for you. So gather these thoughts, tie them up in a bow, put them safely in a corner of yesterday’s thoughts, And walk again with your dear young friends in those happy times golden hair fluttering in the breeze, Back to days of cotton dresses and turned-up jeans with baggy shirts, nobody noticed or even cared, Hold your sweethearts hand once again and run across the fair fields where your grandmother ran.

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Across Fair Fields

Run across the fair fields, as fast as you can run, the fields your grandmother ran as a young girl, Over long lush dark green grasses, whipping your knees, soft spongy turf springs each new step, To stop where fast flowing streams rush and dance to the wind, a sweat breaking out on your face, All out of breath kneeling by the bank of a brook, a stitch in your side, corn waves like a gentle sea. By the brook with childhood friends enjoying sweet company watching spring as her beauty unfolds, To walk across wet water mead’s, seeing glades in their finest clothes, to a meadow, in full flower, Rolling in grass making camps sitting legs crossed as warm summer breezes temper-sweating brows, Making sure you sit next to the one you care for most, nothing will be as good as this day ever again. Playing in the meadows where your grandmother played, picking daisies, making very long chains, Holding buttercups up to chins to see if they shine, then laughing, shouting out loud when they do. Playing kiss chase, slightly slowing down, when the one you want to be kissed by is chasing you, Under old pear blossom trees, flushed rosy red cheeks sitting next the one who is your first love. Laying in high grass chin in cupped hands, it is so special this lovely day will be yours for all time, Just staring at friends, full of innocence and so happy, this romantic time can never be repeated, Unplanned moments where beautiful things just happen it’s your youth just enjoy the here and now, Where everything is brighter has more colour, smells from the meadows become a memory for life. Laying on your back staring at turquoise watery skies, listening to the silence, a perfect sunny day, Heaths meeting small woods surrounded by greenest carpets only seen by a child’s pure innocence, Give your heart and soul to this day enjoy natures gifts, your end of days will recall these moments, Falling asleep in the December of your life, this last dream your friends will be there waiting for you. So gather these thoughts, tie them up in a bow, put them safely in a corner of yesterday’s thoughts, And walk again with your dear young friends in those happy times golden hair fluttering in the breeze, Back to days of cotton dresses and turned-up jeans with baggy shirts, nobody noticed or even cared, Hold your sweethearts hand once again and run across the fair fields where your grandmother ran.