Mamma Calling by john clare

Who's face was that I saw in memory today?
Vivid in minds play as we rode past the lane
where once you quietly came than ran away
Mamma calling, mamma calling
her tender girl from loves way.

Why do the dozers and the axe men not come
To pave over this narrow path to yesterday?
Do lovers yet find this canopy under the summer sun
Swirling long, not hearing
Mamma calling, mamma calling them home?

And up the road across the open field
Above the trees you can just see the old chimney
And when the sun is low and all is still
In memory i hear
Mamma calling, Mamma calling
her away, away from me.