I Heard A Goldfinch Singing

I heard a goldfinch singing in the twilight of the day His twittering notes did take me to a woodland far away To the high wood of Claramore overlooking Millstreet Town On the calm of a Spring evening in the twilight post sundown The familiar song of a familiar bird to me did take me far away To a woodland on the higher ground on a Spring evening in May But on going back the decades this now seems long ago And time that ages everything has since become my foe The cloak of night did envelop the high fields by Clara hill And the only sound for to be heard was the babble of the rill Flowing downland to the rivers to the Atlantic shore And the silence it was profound in the darkened wood of Claramore It is true about good memories a lifetime they remain And the twittering song of a goldfinch took me to the past again To the high wood of Claramore on the gloaming of the day Just before the onset of night in the bloomful month of May.