A Valley of Dreams

My eyes gently run across the page
Not today, but yesterday when life was kind.
Sue, Mary and Me, a family of three
Living free to roam the fields,
The way gypsies used to do,

Across meadow and dale
Where budding flowers grow
All neat in a row
We would dance and sing
As we skipped along in a heavenly glow,

Then one day the page turned grey
Those not understanding our ways
Chased us away down to the sea
Where you will find us
Hiding in the caves.

The inhumanity of man on man
Not knowing what to do
We cast our eyes to yesterday
Where we would laugh and play
And every day would be a joyous day;

The lovely valley of dreams
seldom seen these days
there across the sea
where to hide away
lonely and afraid.