Ashfields & Brine - Archie Fisher

Maybe ashfields and brine will grow flowers rare

Time and sweet columbine will brighten the air

And all of the sorrows and tears you have known

Will be cinders in sea where a blossom has grown

Far from ashfields and brine

Turn till the north winds blow through your face

Ask and you’ll find a calm peaceful place

A clear running stream and a forest of pine

A morning for dreams and an evening for wine

Far from ashfields and brine

Come when the autumn burns through my land

And let its flame feel warm to your flame

Stay by my side while winter comes on

You may leave in the spring when the memories are gone

Of the ashfields and brine

Love all the summer pale, free, and warm

Heed now the calm of the gathering storm

Barren and bitter my last tears will be

From the smoke of the fire and the spray of the sea

Leaving ashfields and brine

Ashfields and brine will grow flowers rare

Time and sweet columbine will brighten the air

All of the sorrows and tears I have known

Will be cinders in sea where a blossom has grown

Far from ashfields and brine