Specially requested by John O'Regan
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There is a green... and in the middle of the village there's a stream and a shop with leaded windows - like a dream... or an old engraving of the English scene.... And though you know you'd only have journey on a mile or so and you'd reach the city, somehow you don't go... but prefer to follow after - with peals of ringing laughter - the birds that are flying through the trees... And if your wanderings ever take you there and you meet a girl who smiles and a guy with sandy hair.. Oh tell them for me - though I can't be there - I still remember the green - and them - and I still care... When cold winds blow make sure they wear a coat that's oh so warm, be sure they turn their collars to the storm and tell me if they're singing in the early morn... And keep your eye on the house, and the roadway and the sign and tell me how you saw them by and by... And I'll paint pictures in the firelight of my village in the twilight and make believe I'm going back in time... And if your wanderings ever take you there and you meet a girl who smiles and a guy with sandy hair.. Oh tell them for me - though I can't be there - I still remember the green and them - and I still care... There is a green... and in the middle of the village there's a stream and a shop with leaded windows - like a dream... or an old engraving of the English scene.... © Rosie Hardman, 1971 (For Jon and Kate Raven with much love) Trailer Records LER 2019 |
