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Pulham Market
A new song in D. A kind of patrol ramble through Norfolk in the UK. Pulham Market It was down at Pulham at the Market Square That I chanced upon a young girl so lovely and so fair She moved with grace through the stalls and aisles And I watched her walking for a while And as she walked her eyes met mine And I saw our lives together Stretching out through all of time But in a moment I lost her in the throng And waking from my dreams I wondered on alone Every week I was back down at the Square Searching in vain for that girl so sweet and fair As the weeks rolled by Each market day was fraught For that farmer’s girl Stayed foremost in my thoughts That Summer was long There was much work to be done Working in the fields underneath a blazing sun Patching up the dikes and digging out the streams While that girl from Pulham Market stayed always in my dreams Then autumn came As the winds blowed cold And harvest time approached As the land turned red and gold Every family, every farm Worked together now as one Through the day and through the night Until the gathering was done When all was safely in we were down to Richie’s yard To feast and make merry Dancing underneath the stars Tthrough the flicker of the fire I saw her standing there And smiling straight at me Was the girl from the market square. Right through winter she worked on by my side And when the spring arrived I took her for my bride Well down on Ritchie’s Farm we worked together now as one For we knew her father Ritchie’s time was almost done And then one winter’s night she sat down by my side And gave to me the news that filled my heart with pride For as the summer rolled around Well our family then would grow And our happiness kept us warm Right through the winter snow And when the day arrived and the midwife did appear I was banished form the room amidst both cries and tears A pair of babies cries shot out through the wall Followed by screams of terror Until there were no screams at all Now nature she is hard and nature she is cruel To send to me my twins But to take away my jewell And through the months and through the years Well I struggled in my prayers To reconcile my joy with the depths of my despair But everyday now I can see our plan take hold An everyday vindication of the beliefs that we both hold Both the children and the farm Well they fill my heart with pride And my wife from Pulham Market Stays always at my side For as our crops die they give up new seeds of life And in my children’s play I see the spirit of my wife Now everything is precious not upon this wondrous land Where dying and rebirth move on now hand in hand Where dying and rebirth move on now hand in hand
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------ AJ Lucas Pavilion Sweep fan fret Santa Cruz OM/E (European Pre War) Martin J40 Last edited by Andy Howell; 09-27-2019 at 07:36 AM. |