The Blackbird's Song

The blackbird's song it takes me far away To northern Land and to a distant day His kin birds sang all day until sundown In leafy groves just out of Millstreet Town. A blackbird piping on a blackwood tree Awake the nostalgic memories in me Again I walk the lush green fields in Spring And hear the wild birds on the hedgerows sing. Bluebells bloom by the hedge by the bohreen And cock pheasant often heard though seldom seen In the knee high rushes clap his wings and crow By their calls and songs the birds you get to know. The distance from the home fields may be long But whenever the migrant hear the blackbird's song He or she will see the lushness brought by rain And walk through fields where wild flowers bloom again. To it the blackbird's song has a nostalgic ring It takes the migrant to a distant Spring And though far distant the Homeland near 'twould seem And the dipper's song is echoing in the stream. I thought this thing nostalgia I'd outgrown But the blackbird's song it carries me back home And I walk the high fields where I walked before Up to the hill through the wood at Claramore