In Lisnaboy

Good old memories do live on as a source of joy Often in fancy i go back to old Lisnaboy On the farm with my Aunt Mary and my Uncle Dan Many Seasons before i grew into a man On a bright and pleasant afternoon in July In pursuit of flying insects in the blue and gray sky Above the old fields the dark barn swallows did fly Whilst with pikes from the rows we shook out the hay for sun and wind to dry In almost perfect weather temperatures of around twenty degrees With a nice sort of freshness in the freshening breeze The balmy air full of the buzzing of flies and of bees How nice to rekindle such good memories Such nice memories a lifetime destined for to stay The sweet scent of the grass freshly mown for hay For as long as we live good memories remain For us for to visit again and again In Cullen church ground Dan and Mary's bones lay And Lisnaboy in distance far from where i live today And the past as is ever in the forever gone But the good memories of the what used to be do live on.