A Stroll Along Old Memory Lane

A stroll along old memory lane is a thing I do enjoy And I can hear the songbirds sing in the groves of Lisnaboy And white butterflies are flitting midst the wildflowers of July And above the rushy meadow the lark carolling in the sky A stroll along old memory lane on a bright Summer's day And from the sunlit meadow the scent of new mown hay Is so pleasant to the nostrils in the freshening morning breeze And the temperature a perfect of around 23 degrees And on the leafy hedgerows the young birds chirp and sing A stroll along old memory lane is such a pleasant thing The hum of the wild honeybees the buzzing of the flies The past from us not distant when we do visualize And the skylark's song in the sunny sky is a pleasant thing to hear As you walk along old memory lane in the Summer of the year.