During my summer visits to Kent villages
I often see rural mothers
And their rural children
Drifting
Quietly
Along the ancient roads
They are full of a happiness
A great happiness
That my pen cannot fully describe
During my summer visits to Kent villages
I often see rural mothers
And their rural children
Drifting
Quietly
Along the ancient roads
They are full of a happiness
A great happiness
That my pen cannot fully describe