Acres of beautiful meadows and trees
country I love with its valleys and leas
the primrose and cowslip brilliantly glow
in the place of my birth where memories flow.
In halcyon days when you walked with me
happily telling of our life yet to be...
the touch of your hand, exquisitely grand
and I dream of you still in our wonderland.
Acres of beautiful meadows and trees
blue sky above, overlooking the seas,
the wild rose of England forever on show
our melody lingers ~ sweet soft and low.
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