Summer Days In Lisnaboy

Good memories are always a source of great joy I still recall Summer days in Lisnaboy Above the old fields the barn swallows did fly In pursuit of flying insects in balmy July On changeable weather with rain on the way Helping uncle Dan and aunt Mary with crowering of the hay In weather temperatures pleasant around twenty degrees White butterflies dancing in the freshening breeze Fond memories of what was with me does remain And often in fancy i visit again The fields of Lisnaboy in Summer's glorious prime In distant Duhallow at haymaking time When the balmy air is full of the buzzing of flying insects and bees And the young birds are chirping on the bushes and trees.