In the middle of quiet farming fields
Silence reigns as echoes dance
Telling secrets to the hedges and trees
And the earth softly sings with ease
In the glory of a sunrise over quiet fields
The echoes of rural silence are there
In the fields and the lanes untouched by strife
One can stop, enjoy time and savour life
In the quiet of a starlit night
The echoes of rural silence are there
Weaving stories of the land under the moon’s embrace
And, if we would one listen, they serenade us with quiet grace.