Found our home by the winding waters
Where the river runs to the sea
No more to roam with you my darling
We値l walk by that old line of trees
And watch the sun go down, over Side Hill Farm
We値l pass away our days, I値l hold you in my arms
In the fields of Brixham
And the years roll on with the seasons changing
And the birches bending with the wind
Long summer days that are never ending
Till the winter cold settles in again
We値l watch the rain come down, and sink into the clay
And think about who lived here and how they spent their days
And I close my eyes at night and hear a lone coyote calling
Thinking of the work I have to do
And I値l dream of a time when I値l spend my days
In the fields of Brixham growing old with you
Found our home by the winding waters
Where the river runs to the sea
No more to roam with you my darling
We値l walk by that old line of trees
And watch the sun go down, over Side Hill Farm
We値l pass away our days, I値l hold you in my arms
In the fields of Brixham
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