TIDE OF CHANGE
My wife she died left a left me here with three fine sons to rise
And as I cared for them I thought, theyll be here in my old age
But theres nowhere for them round here
Not even for farmers sons
Theyve had to leave to find a life, yes each and every one
Old ways young folk swept up by the TIDE
OF CHANGE thats come and torn the heart from out the countryside
My cottage they will take from me its always been our home
It was tithe to the land for the labouring man it was never ours to own
Our life bound up in these four walls
Through sad and happy days
Now theyll sell my home to city folk for country holidays
Old ways young folk swept up by the TIDE
OF CHANGE thats come and torn the heart from out the countryside
Yes, the cottages have all been sold and Im the last to go
But Im dammed if I will be torn out like any old hedgerow
And all around by night and day
Machines tear at the earth
And I long for the sight of a working horse or the sound of a farm boys laugh
Old ways young folk swept up by the TIDE
OF CHANGE thats come and torn the heart from out the countryside
My friend has moved into the town, to be close to his son
And the new folks leave in winter time they dont seem to think its fun
The chapels gone post office closed
And Im left high and dry
By the tide of change thats torn the heart out of the countryside
Old ways young folk swept up by the TIDE
OF CHANGE thats come and torn the heart from out the countryside
Old ways young folk swept up by the TIDE
OF CHANGE thats come and torn the heart from out the countryside
Hilary Bix
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