Hayring Country

There's a space in my heart that sings Spills over and tells tales of hayring Of magic and chance Heartbreak and romance and old times. Sounds of rippling rivers, sunlight and earth Moorland on rock and winters warm hearth Shambles of nettles ,of Bluebell's and brambles and ghosts of the past.. We scrambled through... The years.... Births and deaths and fun from before Mists in the morning ,promising more We danced through our fears and laughed off our tears Scratches and tumbles, curry dinners and crumbles Stone floors well trod With snow,mayhem, mushrooms and mud Afgan hashish and rugs Music and birdsong And we sang..... Of Hayring country and new times The rivers roared and the winds chimed Of memories to last Whistling blasts from the past All of our joys and our sorrows From way back then,through to all our tomorrow s