I Have Not Forgotten Old Fields Far Away

In monetary terms I must have been poor But with April Spring came to Inchaleigh, Claraghatlea and Annagloor The nesting birds sung on bush, hedgerow and tree And Nature's wild beauty was lovely to see. The passing of time has left me looking gray But I have not forgotten old fields far away And the song of the robin I can visualize In the grayness of dawn before sunrise. Old memories of Nature's beauty I carry today The hawthorn trees in their white blooms of the May The male chaffinch singing on a sycamore tree Memories of past beauty are living in me. In June all day long young birds chirped in hedgerow And the male pheasant cucked where the rank rushes grow And the swallows chasing flying insects through the sky And the dipper he sung in the river nearby. Fond memories of what was all migrants retain And in fancy I walk in the old fields again When the colourful wildflowers beautify Nature's green And the bluebells are in bloom on the ditch of the bohreen.