Oh take me home
To my melancholic road,
Where I used to stroll everyday.
Where all you would hear
Was the song of a wing
And a sigh was all you would say.
Where all you would smell
Was the freshest of air
And the sweetest of colours in May.
Oh take me home
To my melancholic road,
Oh take me back for one day.
Written while walking the roads up by my home in the country, I don't get down as often as I would like.