April In Millstreet

Back there in the fields of the silver backed crow Where Finnow the white river to the Blackwater flow Deciduous trees sprouting new leaves and fruit bearing plants in their blooms of pink to gray And the wildborn birds of song are singing today Though the rain drizzling down and the sun not to be seen The old fields are looking so lush and so green And quite resplendent in their April flowers That have been brought to life in the recent Spring showers Cattle out of wintering farmyard sheds from months of living on silage and hay On the nutritious young grass gaining weight by the day And Nature's bluebells beautiful to be seen Blooming on the ditches of every bohreen And in the gray fogs of rain Clara is half cloaked today In April in Millstreet from here far away