An October Day In Millstreet

I hear the Finnow gurgling along And robin sings his brief October song And on deciduous trees leaves turning brown In once green groves just out of Millstreet Town. The winds of rain blow with a freshening chill Across the old high fields by Clara hill And skylark who sang in May, June and July Up to the clouds to sing no longer fly. At this time of year the flowers of Nature rare Save for a few late blooming daisies here and there By windswept hedgerows in the cold winds blowing Where dormant grasses are no longer growing A lot of rain and snow and frost between Now and before birds building their nests can be seen Before the golden flowers bloom by the rill And Skylark sing above old Clara hill. Leaves on deciduous trees are turning brown And in the wind to Mother Earth drift down And many bleak and cold days till the Spring Before the birds their finest songs will sing.