The Adventures of Working Man and Young Housewife

Country Lane
C. David Hay
Give me a road away from the crowd,
Away from the noise and the race.
And let me wander the quiet trail
To a different time and place.

Where miles are measured in valleys,
And birches point the way
To somewhere we miss so dearly-
We call it yesterday.

All cares are soon forgotten
On the path of no intent;
The beauty of the countryside
Is surely Heaven sent.

And when this journey's over
The memories shall remain
Of daydream trips into the past
And down a country lane.