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When Green Hill led to Highcliff Nab
Up from Kemplah Fields,
Then when all my world was young
And all was meant to be,
Life was enriched by Nature’s call;
The world was one to me.
Now, when old age has taken youth
And life resolves in retrospection,
Those childhood days become intense,
The fount of my reflection.
I feel, I touch, the close-knit turf
That dressed the hills I trod.
The waves of bracken still haunt my mind
As if bespoke of God,
And heather, clothing moor and dale,
Purpling the timeless scene,
Rekindles every hope I have
Been granted in the life I’ve seen.
