Up in the good hollowed hills

Where the sun bleaches the high grass yellow

And the wind is sweet with honeysuckle

Lives a place where my memory lingers

Cats spread out on windowsills

Nighttime bonfires melting my marshmallows

And the cinders at my feet fall and buckle

From the dew drops, fresh and new like my fingers

The smell of tilled soil and ash

A gentle babbling brook, gossiping all night long

The day full of fresh air, fishing, frogs and flowers

On the old wooden porch, together, chairs rocking

Under the sprinkler, we’d dash

Cooling down with watermelon ice and a song

Summer days without care, dream wishing for hours

Dusk on the pond, dragonflies, bon weather, birds flocking

There, up at the farm

Nothing could harm me

Up at the farm is where

My memories charm me

I was happy there

If just for a time

We forgot to care

The reason or rhyme

Everything that ever mattered

Is now a memory that’s scattered

Up at the farm

Before our lives were shattered

Up at the farm, up where

We are still innocent

Jubilant children there

No adulting imminent

Up, up to the farm we’ll go

Where we are happy again

Row, row, rowing we’ll go

Those fish are biting again

Let’s meet up at the farm again

Once more

Before

We have to leave

For

Good