In open fields where grasses sway- Download

[Intro]
Across the fields in morning light,
A shape appears, then slips from sight,
The Brown hare moves alone,
In open land it calls its home.

[Verse 1]
Not native here but long since stayed,
By human hands its path was made,
Now farmland fields and meadows wide,
Are where this quiet runner resides.

[Pre-Chorus]
Ears can turn to catch each sound,
Nearly three-sixty all around,
Eyes set high on either side,
Help detect what may be nearby.

[Chorus]
Run, run across the land,
Up to seventy, fast and planned,
Zigzag paths to lose the chase,
Speed and skill in every race.
Run, run wild and free,
Built for open country,
No burrows dug, no place to hide,
Just strength and speed to survive.

[Verse 2]
Long back legs with muscles strong,
Launch them fast and keep them long,
Black-tipped ears and fur of gold,
Blending in with fields they hold.

[Verse 3]
Unlike rabbits, they don’t dig,
No underground or tunnel rig,
Resting forms called “forms” they make,
Shallow beds in grass they take.

[Chorus]
Run, run across the land,
Up to seventy, fast and planned,
Zigzag paths to lose the chase,
Speed and skill in every race.
Run, run wild and free,
Built for open country,
No burrows dug, no place to hide,
Just strength and speed to survive.

[Verse 4]
In springtime comes the boxing scene,
Often not what it may seem,
Females strike when males persist,
Nature’s way to resist.

[Bridge]
Daylight hours they choose to roam,
Diurnal life in fields they own,
Solitary paths they keep,
Rarely gathering in a group deep.

[Verse 5]
Grass and herbs their daily feed,
Crops as well when they are in need,
Digest twice to gain the most,
From simple meals they value most.

[Break]
Young are born upon the ground,
Leverets still without a sound,
Fully furred with eyes awake,
Hidden still for safety’s sake.

[Chorus]
Run, run across the land,
Up to seventy, fast and planned,
Zigzag paths to lose the chase,
Speed and skill in every race.
Run, run wild and free,
Built for open country,
Through the fields where they remain,
The brown hare runs again.

[Outro]
But numbers fall as fields have changed,
Modern farming has rearranged,
Their habitat grows less each year,
A countryside we must hold dear.