I Know, I Know

I know, I know the fields are lush and green And in Summer an average temperature of nineteen And there's no need to tell me for I know That from October to March most days are cold enough to snow And that from April to June in the cool days of Spring In leafy groves and woods the finches sing And wildflowers bloom in the lush month of May Though rain 'twould seem is never far away. For days on end in Summer's prime July the sun refuse to shine in cloudy sky And in new mown meads on damp and misty day I still recall the smell of rotting hay. When one ask me 'mate' why do you linger here I always answer surely not for the beer I stay because the weather mostly fine And there are many days of warm sunshine. And I well may add what happen to be true That the options and choices I have are few And I won't hear the lark sing in the Homeland sky Since a flight ticket I cannot afford to buy. I know, I know on balmy days in May The birds sing in the woodlands far away And hawthorn wear her blossoms white as snow And pheasant in the meadow cuck and crow. And when someone ask why do you linger here I only tell them what they wish to hear That I like the weather and the scenery And this the Land of opportunity.