IN FLANDERS
IN FLANDERS
I’m homesick for my hills again—My hills again!To see above the Severn plainUnscabbarded against the skyThe blue high blade of Cotswold lie;The giant clouds go royallyBy jagged Malvern with a trainOf shadows. Where the land is lowLike a huge imprisoning OI hear a heart that’s sound and high,I hear the heart within me cry:“I’m homesick for my hills again—My hills again!Cotswold or Malvern, sun or rain!My hills again!”
I’m homesick for my hills again—My hills again!To see above the Severn plainUnscabbarded against the skyThe blue high blade of Cotswold lie;The giant clouds go royallyBy jagged Malvern with a trainOf shadows. Where the land is lowLike a huge imprisoning OI hear a heart that’s sound and high,I hear the heart within me cry:“I’m homesick for my hills again—My hills again!Cotswold or Malvern, sun or rain!My hills again!”
I’m homesick for my hills again—
My hills again!
To see above the Severn plain
Unscabbarded against the sky
The blue high blade of Cotswold lie;
The giant clouds go royally
By jagged Malvern with a train
Of shadows. Where the land is low
Like a huge imprisoning O
I hear a heart that’s sound and high,
I hear the heart within me cry:
“I’m homesick for my hills again—
My hills again!
Cotswold or Malvern, sun or rain!
My hills again!”