FIELDS OF FUN

(Sarah Middleton-Woolley & Nigel Smith)

Tracks that lead to our retreat
Nettles that sting our feet
Explore the dirty air raid bunker
The scent of Hawthorne welcomes the summer
King fishers, rats and water voles
Foxes, stoats and rabbit holes
Frogs that jump through swampy mud
Stray cats living in the woods

(Chorus)
This is where we’d spend our days
In the heat of the summer sun
With the kids from our street playing hide and seek
In our fields of fun

Picking blackberries for fruit pies
Elderberries for wine
Wild flowers for our mums
Blowing reeds between our thumbs
Wood to make our little fires
Dens protected with barbed wire
Rope swings hanging from the trees
Willows swaying in the breeze

This is where we’d spend our days
In the heat of the summer sun
With the kids from our street playing hide and seek
In our fields of fun

SOLO

To Long Tom Bridge to watch the trains
Climb the hill and slide down again
Along Black Pad on our bikes
Paddle ‘cross the river to the other side

This is where we’d spend our days
In the heat of the summer sun
With the kids from our street playing hide and seek
In our fields of fun

I could show you every bit
Of this magical place I’ve known
It still remains almost untouched
Just a little overgrown
Copyright 2011 Sarah Middleton-Woolley & Nigel Smith

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