"Green Thoughts Of Home"

Let me find a nice soft bed

Where beech and oak and ash hold sway

A mossy bank to lay my head

And blackbird's song at end of day

Let me listen to my hearts content

As I lie among those stately trees

The robin's call, the dove's lament

Floating on the evening breeze

The sound of water over stones

Was always music to my ear

The dragonfly's passing drone

And drifting pollen on the air

Just once more before I die

I want to smell the loam and flowers

And spend some time in a bluebell wood

Where moving shadows mark the hours

And should I die as well I could

Please don't shed a tear for me

But bury me there in the wildwood

Because that is where I want to be

So I could rest where foxes roam

And badgers snuffle in the leaves

I'd know that I had made it home

Sleeping beneath my beloved trees

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