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I'm rushing through the city street
Crowds are pushing no time to greet
Skyscrapers touch the sky so high
My desk is where I always lie
The potted plant beside my screen
A touch of green a silent dream
Chorus:
In this busy town I feel alone
Missing fields the country's known
The fresh air the quiet there
It haunts my heart a longing rare
Verse 2:
The traffic's jammed horns are blaring
Meetings deadlines always wearing
I think of old barns wooden doors
And evenings filled with cricket's chores
The sun that set behind the hill
A memory a calm that still
Chorus:
In this busy town I feel alone
Missing fields the country's known
The fresh air the quiet there
It haunts my heart a longing rare
End:
When the weekend comes I'll make my way
To the countryside to find my stay
Away from noise to heal and pray
In nature's lap I'll find my day
I'll find my day