In July Far Away

The pleasant natural aroma of meadows mown for silage or hay Come wafting to my memory from places far away And the sun at intervals shines through the gray clouds of the sky And cattle in lush fields chew their cuds at ease in the warmth of July Young birds chirping in the hedgerows near where the stream goes babbling by And dark winged swallows chasing flying insects above the valley fly It does not seem that long ago or a long gone yesterday Since I walked in the old grassy fields in July far away In the knee high rushes hidden from view the male pheasant cuck and crow And dipper the dark brown river bird with breast as white as snow Is singing in the babbling stream that flows down from the lake His scratchy notes familiar once heard one cannot mistake And white butterflies flitting in the breeze make for a pretty sight Above the wildflowers in the fields in the Summer sunlight.