Like Every Yesterday

I am from the place of the brown mountain hare And the badger a creature whose type are now rare And the dunnock a small mottled brown bird who frequents the hedgerow And the rook and the jackdaw and silver back crow But the place of my young years from here far away And there i might well be a stranger today But in my flights of fancy i can hear the rill Babbling to the river down the field by the hill The old fields i loved they would still look the same Many of them i recall had their own given name To wherever you go to the past follows you This something i believe in and hold to be true And the now is all that matters as some like to say And the past it has gone like every yesterday.