Folkmen and folkwomen ( traditionally speaking)!
This for ‘friends in faraway places…’
♯Too long a winter we all survived
But leaves have turned green and spring’s arrived
The Magpie’s flying and with grace
The countryside’s turned bestowing a joyous face
The weary shoulders’ risen again
Farewell to the sky that was a bane
All things’ well or so they appear
But not the Dream that I revere!
♯Oaring seamen back to ports
Bringing ecstasy of sorts
At the sea it’s been a good day
Their delight impatient for the bay
There’s bliss all around
Brood jigging and making sound
All things’ well or so they appear
But not the Dream that I revere!
♯Womenfolk with sheaves of grain
Too bounty for the thought of pain
The wait they made the field to ripe
Home they come with pomp reside
The sky’s cleared for better days
Now life it seems has many more ways
All things’ well or so they appear
But not the Dream that I revere!
