Lyrics Ashfields & Brine - Archie Fisher

Ashfields & Brine

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