Summer By Mushera

In the high country by Mushera the sweet scent of hay Wafting in the breeze on this bright Summer's day And above the high fields in the blue and sunny sky On pursuit of flying insects the dark swallows fly Where the high and narrow Butter Road ever winds up and down Five to six kilometers above Millstreet Town Along by the foothills of Musherawith views far and wide Dipping down towards Rylane in the flat countryside The beauty come to me when i visualize Of the high countryside above Millstreet where beauty meets the eyes Where Mushera the old hill the high countryside survey The memory of such beauty does not die in a day In the woods of Mushera in the Summer of the year The cooing of the wood pigeons pleasant to hear A memory to cherish and for to retain And in times of reflection to visit again.