John Earlybird

John Earlybird see how the grasses have grown
The meadow lies fallow like never was mown
The teasle and dock flourish wild at the wall
in the sunshine at dawn when the shadows stand tall.


The plough and the harrow are rusted and brown
where the steel once shone bright as the grain was once sown
No barley will roll like the waves on the sea
The scythes lay unwhetted The Clydesdales graze free.


John Earlybird watch at the crook of the lane
to see me return when the autumn leaves flame
Yet the road stands deserted save for the grey fog
As you walk home alone with your gun and your dog.


Our paths now have parted no more will we stray
Throught mornings reflections as stars fade away
 As sun burns pastel mist from the fringe of the night
I am led to a forest of green dappled light.


John Earlybird Take up the plough and the rake
return to the garden that I must forsake.
let the warmth of the sunlight remind you of me
Like the wandering greylags my spirit flies free.©


Composed by MPL.