James Bowman — My Own Country lyrics

Lyrics

I shall go without companions
And with nothing in my hand;
I shall pass through many places
That I cannot understand —
Until I come to my own country
Which is a pleasant land!
The trees that grow in my own country
Are the beech tree and the yew;
Many stand together
And some stand few
In the month of May in my own country
All the woods are new
When I get to my own country
I shall lie down and sleep;
I shall watch in the valleys
The long flocks of sheep
And then I shall dream, for ever and all
A good dream and deep