The Fields Of Kent

Let me wander wild and free

Where the white cliffs meet the sea

Where the days of my youth were spent

Where I’m most content

Midst  the fields of Kent

Let it be

Let it be that I shall find

All I left behind

Let it be

Can it be that I’ll  return 

To the land for which I yearn?

To the place where my dreams were made

In the cooling shade 

Of a woodland  glade

Can it be?

Can it be that I can find

All I left behind

Can it be?

Is there someone waiting there

Who can end my calm despair?

Walk with me in the cooling shade

Through a blue bell glade

As the evenings fade

Is she there?

Could it be she’s waiting still

On that blue bell hill

         Could it be?

         Yesterday’s dreams

Made to come true

         Yesterday’s dreams

Blue bells and you.

Yesterday’s dreams

Yesterday’s dreams

         Yesterday’s dreams.