Gladwin
Chorus:
Swifts and swains, leafy lanes,
This country brings them near,
As a lover to his lass
And a woodsman to his deer.
Swifts and swains, leafy lanes,
This country brings them near,
Resplendent in its finery
Verse 1:
Thoughts of field and pasture, enrapture
And capture fair memories of my youth.
Days of love and laughter, yet laughter, thereafter
Allayed to leave but truth
Chorus
Verse 2:
Scenes of church and priory inspire me
And fire me to dwell on times gone by.
Hours of merry making when pleasures were for taking
How can they all die now
Chorus
Middle 8
the pain of my forlorn love has been
This countryside of Lincol Green
Verse 3:
Evetide warblers trilling, with dulcet tones instilling,
Ideas wich weren't denied.
Yet brief was your bold passion
For one man was not fashion
So love is cast aside.
Chorus
Chorus:
Swifts and swains, leafy lanes,
This country brings them near,
As a lover to his lass
And a woodsman to his deer.
Swifts and swains, leafy lanes,
This country brings them near,
Resplendent in its finery
Verse 1:
Thoughts of field and pasture, enrapture
And capture fair memories of my youth.
Days of love and laughter, yet laughter, thereafter
Allayed to leave but truth
Chorus
Verse 2:
Scenes of church and priory inspire me
And fire me to dwell on times gone by.
Hours of merry making when pleasures were for taking
How can they all die now
Chorus
Middle 8
the pain of my forlorn love has been
This countryside of Lincol Green
Verse 3:
Evetide warblers trilling, with dulcet tones instilling,
Ideas wich weren't denied.
Yet brief was your bold passion
For one man was not fashion
So love is cast aside.
Chorus