Sweet Chestnuts

Sweet chestnuts lie upon the ground They've fallen from the tree, As summer ends and autumn nears There's nothing left for me, Although the sky is blue and clear The morning air feels cold, As late September drifts away Soon leaves will turn to gold. The hedgerows in the country lane With berries now so few, They've fallen from their thorny vines And lost in autumn's hue, The fields are ploughed and look so bare Where once were fields of corn, And now it's all been gathered in So sad and so forlorn. And empty husks of acorns dwell Beneath the oaks that stand, Within the hawthorn thick and dense And scattered on the land, Sweet chestnuts lie upon the ground They've fallen from the tree, As summer ends and autumn nears There's nothing left for me.