Of April Far Away

When the male snipe is drumming in the moonlit sky As above his breeding ground the rushy field to and fro he fly And Nature's silence invaded by the barn owl's harsh cry Hunting for small prey in the woodland nearby. In the gray of the dawn in the freshening breeze Nesting birds chirp and sing on the bushes and trees A beautiful start to a lovely Spring day Far north by the hills in April far away. Most birds by their songs or chirps one gets to know The robin and chaffinch sing on the hedgerow Amongst the rank rushes by their hidden den The fox cubs are playing in the remote furzy glen. The dark rooks are cawing and the cock pheasant crow In the fields where the stream to the big river flow And the song of the dark brown dipper with breast white as snow In the waterway where his ancestors lived decades ago. The lowing of the cattle in fields full of Nature's flowers And everywhere green after recent Spring showers And the song of the blackbird in the dawn cool and gray A memory for to cherish of April far away.