The Beautiful Memories

Today as I walked in the park in the rain I thought of old fields of my past once again In the drizzling rain birds chirped on the hedgerow Near where the stream bank high to the river did flow. In the early days of Spring on the ditch of bohreen Primroses and bluebells and snowdrops to be seen And the old fields lush and green wore their beautiful flowers That were born to life in the mild April showers. From old fields of our young years we may live far away But the beautiful memories are with us today I am just one migrant there are millions more Who oft think of the fields inland from their Homeshore Who in their flights of fancy watch the swallows fly Above a green valley in a distant sky And the lark in the gray clouds out of sight does sing To proclaim his borders in the early Spring. In the coastal city 'tis a drizzle day And the rain it does take me to fields far away And for as long as the gift of memory we retain The beautiful memories with us will remain.