I know a place where the roses blow
Where we’d lie and watch the clouds go by
At evening we’d listen to the linnet’s song
While the colours changed in the sunset sky.
I know a place where the river runs
Past a wild plum tree where the blackbird sings
And the dog rose perfumes the evening air
And the sky’s aflutter with swallows’ wings.
I know a place that was full of peace
Till you held my hand, told me not to cry.
Now the scent of rose and the blackbird’s song
Bring back the echo of your last goodbye.
Viv Drewa - The Owl Lady 