Wildflower Fields

Down the lane where the hedgerows grow,

Past the gate that I used to know,

Wildflowers lean where the old path bends,

Some things stay the same,

my friend.

Oh, wildflower fields, and a sky

so wide,

I left my heart on the hillside,

Every root, every leaf,

every

stone,

This quiet ground, it calls me home.

The chalk and the clay still hold my name,

Nothing here has felt the same,

But the fields don't ask where I have been,

They just grow me green again.

Oh, wildflower fields, and a sky

so wide,

I left my heart on the hillside,

Every root, every leaf,

every

stone,

This quiet ground, it calls me home.

Calls me home... calls me home.

(calls me home...)