The Path

Up a path, it's through fields
It's so pretty, like a flower
The sun is thinning
We might be in for a heavy shower
Up the gate, we're in a field
We're having some bread
And meringues too
Suddenly I feel something on my head
Run and run to the the car
In we go Carol, you lier
We go home, we are cold
So dad lights a warm, safe fire.

The Farm

Up the farm, across the lane
Chasing cattle up again
Up the yard, in the rain
Catching birds who've flown from Spain
Round the bend to the pigs
Feeding them last year's figs
Read a story, go to bed
Think of sheep and rest your head.