Across the Fields of Golden Grain
Maureen sent me this song with the note that this was "...a song we sang in the car as a round. As soon as the first line was sung someone else would start in. At the end we'd go back to chorus until the last person was finished singing."
Across the Fields of Golden Grain
Round
Across the fields of golden grain,
A young man can be plainly seen.
Chorus
A hooya hooya hoo ya ya
Swiftly tumbling water.
A hooya hooya hoo ya ya
Swiftly tousling water.
But no 'tis not a boy at all,
But 'tis a castle spire so tall.
Comments
Maureen said, "My mother was born in England as was my oldest brother, my mother in 1922 and my brother in 1943. She arrived in the US with Alan in tow in 1948, Yes she was one of many war brides. The rest of my brothers and sisters were born here but raised very English. When I was a kid I used to think a lot of the British songs and poems were pretty scary, especially 'Oranges and Lemons'."
Thanks and Acknowledgements
Many thanks to Maureen for contributing this song.
Thanks so much!