Who travels with the undressed caravan?

“He had no friend or relative
He was a lonely man;
But he held a love within his heart,
The love of his caravan…
He could move through pastures fair
Enjoy the freshness of summer air,
Travelling until light grew dim.
He had no friend or relative
But the countryside belonged to him.”

(J. Hemsley in Lonely caravan)
Liège (B)

The birds that will never sing

“It is only a tiny garden,
Where the sweetest roses grow,
Where the birds are always singing
From dawn till evening’s glow.
With its wealth of wondrous flowers,
And its sunshine everywhere,
It is only a tiny garden,
But my heart is always there.”

(L. Glanville in It is only a tiny garden)
Liège (B)

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