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
Sid Goldsmith