This was actually written a number of years ago, and I've been playing it for several years now, but I just recorded it...


These many years on
© 2016 John Voorpostel

These Many Years On

I farmed my best in younger years
put down roots, I like it here
I cleared the trees and picked up stones
and used them all to build our home


fields I've sown, the gathered crops
have shown this land I cared a lot
sunsets came and disappeared
and counted out these many happy years


now I swear I hear the night talking
it says the moon's about to fade
so before it goes, I want to say
thank you for being here
these many years on


I've shaped these acres to my mind
carved out straight as arrow lines
I've always been a simple man
so simply give my body to my land


now I swear I hear the night talking
it says the moon's about to fade
so before it goes, I want to say
thank you for being here
these many years on


they say that life is mostly in the mind
but mine was in my land in straight as arrow lines


now I swear I hear the night talking
it says the moon's about to fade
so before it goes, I want to say
thank you for being here
these many years on


now I swear I hear the night talking
it says the moon's about to fade
so before it goes, I want to say
thank you for being here

If writing ever becomes work I think I'm going to have to stop