Brought up in the countryside and living in the city there are bound to be times of yearning and dreaming for a simpler life. Where the connections between our daily labours and our fundamental needs are more obvious and satisfying. Sid wrote this in one of those moments.

Something Good

 

A patch in heart of the valley

Wood pasture and spring

The furrows would feed my whole family

The trees fold us in

We’d call this place our home

 

Landlords and byelaws prevent us

From tilling this soil

With boldness and faith in the venture

We’d sweat and we’d toil

To call this place our home

 

For the tree’s they are fruitful and the girl’s by my side

We will tend and belong to this land

May our bellies be round as the season’s repeated

We will build something good to pass down

 

We’d cut the copse in the winter

Sow seeds in the spring

In the summer we’d tend to the shelter

In the evenings we’d sing

The lullabies that we know

 

For the tree’s they are fruitful and the girl’s by my side

We will tend and belong to this land

May our bellies be round as the season’s repeated

We will build something good to pass down

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Sid Goldsmith