Back In The Home Fields Again

The swallows Winter far from Hibernia's shore And far south of the high fields of old Claramore But they will return to raise their next brood in the Spring The wonders of Nature an amazing thing From an overnight frost the fields looking gray And a cold wind blowing down from the old hill today Flying in the sunshine from their place of birth the swallows far away But they will be home for to breed by the May It has been a long time since I've heard and seen the gray crow And heard the brown wren singing in the hedgerow Or the white breasted dipper singing in the rill That babbles to the river from the field by the hill But memories of what was with me do remain And in fancy I'm back in the home fields again.