DMany the breather that blow in the spring

GSweeter the Dsound that the Hmsong thrushes Asing.

I Dsighed for a sidehead I seldom see Gnow

A Dman in the fields with his AHorses & DPlough

DFarewell to the days of my youth long ago

When I Gharvest my Dteam near the HmBann beAlow

Then aDway through the highland beside portaGrown

To Dturn the hard green sod with AHorses & DPlough

DInvoking a Blessing I started my day

I Gearned aDnother that's Hmwhat I would Asay

DAsking for guidance to keep my knowGhow

And Dplough straight furrows with AHorses & DPlough

DWhen up at the headland every once in awhile

I Grested myD body all Hmaching with Atoil

With the Dsleeve of my shirt wipe the sweat from my Gbrow

As I Dgazed at the warm clouds my AHorses & DPlough

But the Dclatter of Tractors, Pollution & all

Has Gcrippled the Capall and Hmsad was its Afall

While in Dfar away hogeheg we reached leenenGdown

Not Dcounting the value of AHorses & DPlough

DVery soon I'll be called from this valley my home

To the Gfair fields of DHeaven I Hmhope I will Ago

One reDquest of Saint Peter that I hope he'll alGlow

EDternal employment with AHorses & DPlough