Spring Far Away

Good memories of what was i only retain In fancy i walk in the old fields again When the mild breeze of Spring from the mountain is blowing And among the rank rushes the male pheasant is crowing Such beauty comes to me when i visualize Scents and sights and sounds of Nature that to pleasure gives rise Of where i grew to love Nature when i was a boy Such memories that are always a source of joy Such beautiful sights i revisit today The hawthorns cloaked in their white blooms of May Out of wintering sheds from months of eating silage and hay The contented cattle on lush grass chewing their cuds do lay Bluebells, primroses and snowdrops on the ditch of every bohreen And deciduous trees looking leafy and green The fields looking resplendent after recent showers A sight of great beauty in their Nature's flowers The great gift of memory is such a wonderful thing When i visualize i can hear the birds sing In the quiet of the evening of a pleasant day In a leafy grove in Spring far away.