HONEYSUCKLE LANE

Jane Rushton

When I think of my youth sunshine and hay,

And the smell of cut grass on a warm summers day. 

Picnics on hayricks, beers in the barn,

Fresh air and freedom,

Life on the farm. 

Below the old rails by the old wooden gate, 

Clover and Primrose our shires they’d wait. 

We’d corn ‘em and tack ‘em, 

Me dad he’d work ‘em all day, 

Ploughing the fields and cutting the clay. 

When I think of my youth sunshine and hay,

And the smell of cut grass on a warm summers day. 

Picnics on hayricks, beers in the barn,

Fresh air and freedom,

Life on the farm. 

An old rope and some wood, tied up in a tree

We’d swing and we’d laugh my brothers and me.

Our mates they’d come over, dad he’d sit us on Clover 

And he’d lead us down Honeysuckle Lane.

Every Sunday, we’d go walkin’ down Honeysuckle Lane,

After church we’d all walk back home again, 

Honeysuckle Lane. 

Pray for sunshine, pray for rain and the season come round again and again

Honeysuckle stays with me, it fills me with glee 

And it take me right back to my brothers and me 

To Clover and Primrose, beers in the barn 

Fresh air and freedom

Life on the farm

When I think of my youth sunshine and hay,

And the smell of cut grass on a warm summers day. 

Picnics on hayricks, beers in the barn,

Fresh air and freedom, 

Picnics on hayricks,

Clover and Primrose, 

Life on the farm.