In Distance And Time

In distance and time the past to me nowhere near But in fancy the male red breast robin i hear Singing in the gray of the dawn before the sun in the sky appear In a Claraghatlea grove in the Spring of the year Old memories of what was do not fade away Of when the hawthorns are in their white blooms of the May And the fields lush and green after recent Spring showers Are looking quite resplendent in their Nature's flowers Cattle out of wintering sheds on months of eating silage and hay On nutritious young grass are gaining weight by the day The scratchy song of the dipper echoes in the rill That babbles to the river down the field by the hill And though the past may be gone the good memories remain When in fancy i walk in the old fields again.