In Fields Far Away

Just thinking of my younger years I do enjoy When the swallows in Spring returned to Lisnaboy They eat the flying insects and chirped as they did fly O'er the rushy fields in the gray Irish sky. I grew to love Nature in fields far away From where I am living and growing old today When cool winds of May through the old fields did blow And the nesting birds sang on the leafy hedgerow. Around the blossoming bushes and trees The buzzings of the nectar gathering wild bees And in the sunshine midst the grass made lush by recent showers The raindrops were glistening on Nature's wildflowers. My love for Mother Nature was beginning to grow And though little of her ways I can claim to know My great love of her as I age I retain And until I die with me it will remain.