When It Is Autumn Here

The woodcock to breed is back on the high ground And the swallows above old fields are flying around And the hawthorns cloaked in their white blooms of the May When it is Autumn here it is Spring far away, The skylark to sing from the bracken he rise A musical speck as upwards he flies Till in the gray clouds from sight he disappear Yet his beautiful carolling I fancy I hear Just thinking of Nature a thing to enjoy I have loved her since I was a very young boy In my visualizations the silver tongued rill Is babbling on down the high field by the hill White butterflies dance in the warm sun of day When it is Autumn here it is Spring far away.