And the tall trees are soughing in the wind and the rain
The things i once knew i re-visit again,
The gurglings of the water in the roadside drain
And the calls of the jackdaws with me does remain
These memories i brought with me from far away
Of rainfall and wind on a wild Autumn day,
The stream from the old hill through my memory flow
My past it goes with me to where-ever i go
Cattle in the wet and bare fields are bellowing for hay
And on the tall beech tree in jet black and gray
The gray crow is cawing near where the river roars by
And the low dark clouds of rain creep through the morning sky.