The Shropshire lad has gone away, The unsuspecting neighbors say; They watched him slim against the sun Till twilight and the lad were one; They found his plough beneath the tree And marked the furrows straight that he Had meant to turn before he ran Straight from boyhood to a man. But cherry blossoms in the lane Attest that he is back again, And there is magic in the plough That needs so little guiding now. But unsuspecting neighbors say The Shropshire lad has gone away. |