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Rachel Lyman Field

Song for a Pasture

There's a little island pasture that

I know, know, know,

Where roses, fern, and bayberry

All grow, grow, grow;

Where daisies shine, and clover clumps

Are red, red, red,

And every bright blue harebell nods

Its head, head, head;

Where devil's-paint-brush glows like fire

In the grass, grass, grass,

And all the birds go singing as

They pass, pass, pass.

Oh, it's there I'd like to live with flowers

Round my door, door, door,

And never leave that pasture

Any more, more, more!