Don Pearson - Remembering Youth & Rhythms 🎶

I remember a past of confident movements <br />Of rhythmic sounds and a time that escaped <br />And young girls and bright lights and excited voices <br />And … <br />Stay beside me now, <br />As the light fades <br />And the voices outside <br />Are quietened by night. <br /> <br />Do I hear the hooves of the carthorse <br />Clattering cobbles as he heaves for home? <br />Are there yet huntsmen <br />On Boxing Day morning? <br />Does the breath of the men <br />And the hounds and the horses <br />Flow through the air <br />in the pale Winter sun? <br />Is there snow lying <br />Outside my window <br />And is a fox sleeping <br />Curled up in the woodland, <br />Warm and lethargic <br />While death searches for him, <br />Waking and fleeing <br />As death's chill moves closer? <br /> <br />Listen! Oh, listen! <br />I can hear the horns blowing, <br />A