In winter time the twisting lane grows cold and grey at night
I have to walk a long lone way before I find a light
The sun goes early home to bed, the dark comes falling soon
So that is why I run from school on a winter's afternoon
But in summer time the wild flowers peep amid the shining grass
The little song birds in the hedges are chirping when I pass
I'm never in a hurry then nor do I want to get home soon
And so I slowly walk from school on a summer's afternoon.
By M Tullet.
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