Across The Field

Across the field I once did stare Towards the woodland stark and bare I felt the cold of autumn air While leaves lay on the ground. The early morning was so still As sunlight rose above the hill And warmed the bitter, morning chill But could not warm my heart. The sky was of the deepest blue The frost was melting into dew And I remember clearly too Just how I felt that day. But now that day has long since gone I missed my chance to be someone I wish for once that luck had shone On me and brought me love.