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Leek Soup
Dry Stone Waller Blues by Rob | |
Sitting on a wall with my butty box,
Bloody dreaming, I am.
Cheese butties, apples, crisps.
A Mars bar; work, rest, play
Just sitting here, wishing well, you know how it is -
Wishing these fields were mine. Building walls for other folk
Fencing fields for other folk. Sitting here thinking nice green fields.
I could turn these into nice green fields,
Make a living, from whats here. A bite of my apple. Now Im thinking
Never mind all these bird folk.
Im thinking Nature and everything
Used to live with the farming. All the birds theyre now protecting,
Never used to need it.
Changing the farming, to help the birds,
And yet - theres less birds, now. People like me, whod like to be farming
Theyd stop me doing it, somehow.
Sitting here, thats where I am -
Just sitting here, bloody dreaming.
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