Geraldine
(Words & music © Pete MacGregor)

Here's to you now Geraldine,
I hope your world's a happy place
Far apart for long we've been
What it was to be fifteen.

'Twas cold, so cold out with the neeps,
The rain would freeze your hands and feet
I'd watch you work the other row
I'd see you smile and whisper low.

Come and hold me by the hand
Come and kiss me if you can
In a dream the fields I'd roam,
Run across the padock going home.

Spring was in its early days
And so were thoughts between us then.
We'd talk and walk the grassy fields
And hear the skylark sing.

Summer's were the greatest days,
There's little work and time for play.
You knew the ways to 'tice a lad
Wi' silent eyes that smile and say...

The hay now cut and left to dry,
We'd lie and watch the clouds fly by
Or walk across the stubble field
And hear the skylark sing.

Autumn's here at last, too soon.
We stooked and stacked and watched for rain,
And in among the drying bales
You'd sometimes ask me once again.

Many times the year's gone round
No stooks, no stacks now to be seen
But still I walk the hay-mown fields
And still the skylarks sing.