Скачать или смотреть The Quiet Life

A poem written in the '90s with a newly added chorus became probably my best lyric. Fits the Country/Folk music perfectly. Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
As I head into my twilight days,
My thoughts oft turn towards that place,
Where one day I’ll make my base:
The hills where the purple heather grows;
Where Scafell is blanched by winter snows.
And winter sun will warm my face.

[Verse 1]
Oh happy times in the coming years,
To bid farewell to all those tears,
Born by stress and daily fears.
No longer a slave to the need for sales;
Nor fearing threats borne in the mail.
Oh joy! For the time grows ever near.

[Chorus]
We've always wanted the quiet life
Only disturbed by Sunday's bells
A perfect setting after this busy life
Will it happen? Only time will tell
To slow our pace 'neath Lakeland fells

[Verse 2]
Somewhere within that rural scene,
Lies the house that dwells inside my dream;
The verdant lawns and in between,
The green slate path leads to the lane,
Which to the inn does lead our way.
And beery discourse ‘neath oaken beams.

[Verse 1]
The daytime saunter around the lake;
The Grasmere track we love to take.
Or perchance a picnic on Langdale Pikes,
For the wondrous prospect down the vale,
Then to high tea in Troutbeck Dale.
Proud of our conquest relived over cakes.

[Chorus]
We've always wanted the quiet life
Only disturbed by Sunday's bells
A perfect setting after this busy life
Will it happen? Only time will tell
To slow our pace 'neath Lakeland fells

[Bridge]
And the occasional jaunt to Keswick Town,
To pass new dreamers as they stroll around,
Who just like us, will make a vow
To end their days below ancient fells.
They buy old houses the natives sell,
When they have laid us in the ground.