Maybe ashfields and brine or gold flowers rare
Time and sweet colombine will brighten the air
And all of the sorrows and tears you have known
Will be cinders and see where a blossom has grown
Far from ashfields and brine
Turn to the north wind's cold in 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 hand
Stay by my side while the winter comes on
You may leave in the spring when the memories are gone
Of the ashfields and brine
Love all the summer, carefree and warm
Heed now the calm of the gathering storm
Barren and bitter my last years will be
From the smoke of the fire and the spray of the sea
Leaving ashfields and brine
Ashfields and brine or gold flowers rare
Time and sweet colombine will brighten the air
And all of the sorrows and tears I have known
Will be cinders and see where a blossom has grown
Far from ashfields and brine
