Through my tears

When I roamed among the Lakeland hills

When I sailed on Windermere or swam

My mother and my sisters roamed with me

But now I am alone my loves are gone

No one left to reminisce or share

The shocks of joy the love of tumbling ghylls

Coming from a dirty ugly tow

Mother struggling with the rent and bills.

I had not dreamt of anything so fair

My skin my eyes my body filled with joy

The scent of  wet old pine trees filled my head

There was nothing there at all that would annoy.

Now I grieve the women folk so dear

But  now I see them smiling through my tears