Birdsong I’d rather be, somewhere in the country Listening to bird song, all day long But I can’t…
Contrition I said sorry to the beech wood A green cathedral Turning brown in summer With the heat of climate…
Birdsong I’d rather be, somewhere in the country Listening to bird song, all day long But I can’t…
Contrition I said sorry to the beech wood A green cathedral Turning brown in summer With the heat of climate…