My Open Spaces

I need my open spaces, those unfrequented places,
A quiet place to be, a quiet place to be.

 

I need my open spaces, those wild and windy places,
Where I can smell the sea, where I can smell the sea.

 

I need my open spaces, tall trees and shady places,
When life’s too much for me, when life’s too much for me.

 

It’ll go, it’ll all be gone; those precious open spaces
That we know now.
They’ll be gone; they will all be gone,
You’ll hang your head in shame,
Ask yourself how?
How could it go, how could it all be gone?
When if we had worked together
We could have saved it now.
Yes, we can, save it now.
Yes, we can, save it now.

 

I need my open spaces, those well-protected places,
Where the Cahow can fly free, where the Cahow can fly free.

 

I need my open spaces, where my child can run races,
And laugh and play with me, and laugh and play with me.

 

I need my open spaces, discovering old places,
I’m a part of history; I’m a part of history.

 

It’ll go, it’ll all be gone; those precious open spaces
That we know now.
They’ll be gone; they will all be gone,
You’ll hang your head in shame,
Ask yourself how?
How could it go, how could it all be gone?
When if we had worked together
We could have saved it now.
Yes, we can, save it now.
Yes, we can, save it now.

 

I need my open spaces, those quiet gentle places,
For the songs that come to me, for the songs that come to me.

 

© Val Sherwood

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