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I remember the farm, where I was born and raised,
On the front porch swing, gently swaying in the breeze.
The old wood stove that warmed my morning brew,
And the smell of fresh coffee, the rooster's crow at dawn,
Announcing the break of day, with life's simple charm.
Oh, how I miss the countryside, the green of the fields,
The river that flowed, and the land that yielded.
True friends and the fiddle, that brought us cheer,
A peaceful, good life, with no rush, no fear.
Now I live in the city, in a never-ending race,
Time flies by so fast, feels like there's no space.
People seem distant, the traffic weighs me down,
Life's a crazy rush, my heart feels like it's bound.
Oh, how I miss the countryside, the green of the fields,
The river that flowed, and the land that yielded.
True friends and the fiddle, that brought us cheer,
A peaceful, good life, with no rush, no fear.
But I still hold on to hope, of one day heading back,
To feel the peace that fills my soul, nothing lacks.
To plant my feet on that old dirt road,
And live a happy life, where there's no need to go fast.
Oh, how I miss the countryside, the green of the fields,
The river that flowed, and the land that yielded.
True friends and the fiddle, that brought us cheer,
A peaceful, good life, with no rush, no fear.