I often wondered if I would miss
You when I at last did leave,
Your fields and charm and spirit
-ed voices and songs.
I often felt I would flee with
Joy high in my heart
-ened sigh and feared I lost
My love for your soft lands.
But now as time approaches
Ever looming, beckoning me on
-ward to a new place to become
My own; I still remember fondly
The home where I grew and found my
Self.
Despite your cracking features,
your old and broken
-hearted soul;
I still will miss my home,
As I build a new house
-hold to keep me warm.