Takes Me Back
Mists of childhood roll my way
Amber coloured echoes past
Roots of comfort buried deep
And tethered as a sail to a mast
For the gold that lies around me
Takes me back
Dales and valleys, fells and fields
Home to treasures dear
Jewelled orchards bend and sway
Whisper all their secrets near
For now the gold that lies around me
Takes me back
For the gold that lies that lies around me
Takes me back
Memory’s hazy summer dream
Golden leaves fall fast
Winter calls upon my lands
But not before the nets were cast
For now the gold that lies around me
Takes me back
For the gold that lies around me
Takes me back.
Mmmm….
Writer/s: CHRISTOPHER PETER MAXFIELD, PHILIPPA ANNE REED
