The old mans come to see The way the land lies over Come to see the way the clouds roll He wants to know if cowslips still grow On the hill where he kissed his girl And if the sky turns just the same When the wind blows from the west Above the old town in the distance And the village in the field He wants to see the graveyard by the church And watch the clock and see the boys Throwing stones at the skylarks Just the way they were The old mans come to see The way the trees fall on the land with the sunset And smell the grass as it blows through the fields The old mans come to see The way the land lies beneath the sky He wants to know if the rain that falls is just the same And the way the clouds stretch open And hang there like a veil And the ocean to the north It sings the same song and turns From bluegrey into green The old mans come to see The way the land lies beneath the sky To watch the shadows of the clouds racing by
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