When The Bluebells Bloom

There is so much beauty in Nature but as lovely a thing as I've seen Is in May when the bluebells are blooming on the ditch along the old bohreen The wild hyacinths of Mother Nature so lovely and bell like and blue When the bohreen is lit by bright sunlight they sparkle in the morning dew. Of the beautiful bluebells of Nature the memory with me remain On the damp and shady ditch of the bohreem they bloom in the wind and the rain Surrounded by Nature's leafy greenery where nesting birds whistle and sing In fancy I can visualize the beauty of the Northern Spring. In May when the bluebells are blooming birds whistle on the hedgerows and trees And the wildflowers blooming amongst the long grass are dancing in the freshening breeze And the hawthorns are heavily laden in their fragile blossoms of white Than the natural beauty of Nature there's not a more beautiful sight. When the bluebells bloom by the bohreen the little brown lark upwards fly And pleasant the sound of his carolling this tiny speck in the Spring sky And though I now live far from the bohreen in distance almost a World away I fancy I hear the birds singing in the leafy woodlands of May.