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Somebody's Front Lawn

那片地成了别人的前院

2026-09-16 · 2:56

An old shortcut disappears behind a fence; its running mornings remain.

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Some roads close almost without a sound.

English Celtic-Americana ballad · fiddle, tin whistle and strings

A gap once known to two people is fenced away. The narrator says nothing then and still takes the long way now. The returning field connects a changed landscape with ended company; the lyric’s date is not a documentary claim.

The 74 BPM Celtic-Americana direction trades phrases between fiddle and tin whistle, adding pedal steel, bouzouki and widening strings. Follow the returning tune into a final key lift: the path stays closed, while expression finds more space.

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[Chorus] The field we used to cross Is somebody's front lawn The field we used to cross And the shortcut is gone [Verse] There was a gap down in the hedge That only we two knew We ran it every morning Till the morning we were through [Chorus] The field we used to cross Is somebody's front lawn The field we used to cross And the shortcut is gone [Verse] They built the fence in ninety-five I watched them put it in I could have said I used that But I never said a thing [Chorus] The field we used to cross Is somebody's front lawn The field we used to cross And the shortcut is gone [Bridge] Some roads close so quietly Nobody hears them go [Final Chorus] The field we used to cross Is somebody's front lawn The field we used to cross And I still walk the long way

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