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The Fields Of Home

The fields of home lie empty
The folk are all abed
And while they lie sleeping
Winter rears his head

He creeps from mountains to foothills
Then onwards through the fields
And covers the sun in shadow
As the last of autumn yields

Now quiet coats the fields of home
As snow quickly moves to drown them
And cottages are left to huddle close
In fear now winters found them

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