I dream of fields far away and
little country lanes The snowdrops
in the hedgerows, flanked by violet
I dream of the rivers streams and
brooks,. The little boys a fishing
without any hooks.
I dream of the roads the traffic
through the town. The hissing of the
trolley as it passes up and down.
I dream of the people in the
market, dashing round and round.
The smell all put together fish, cattle, ice cream. All trod
on the ground
It’s got no end
I always dream of something