Perhaps Never More To See Old Mushera

Perhaps never more to see old Mushera or to hear the birds on a Spring dawn Singing on the leafy hedgerows and in the groves of Tooreenbawn Yet i have the pleasant memories and they will be till death with me Of the happy times i have known back there in the what used to be On my pleasant flights of fancy wood pigeons cooing on the pine trees At the foot of Mushera Mountain in the freshening April breeze Most migrants of the past have their memories and the good memories i do retain Of the years when i was younger when in the gray clouds of rain High above the slopes of Mushera i could hear the skylark sing Mottled brown bird of wild places to sing has to take to wing Yet the past has gone forever as the wise person does say We can only live in the present and the present is today Perhaps never more to see old Mushera and to watch the swallows fly Above the fields by the mountain chasing flying insects in the sky.