Wherever I Go To

Wherever i go to my past goes with me It is living and breathing in my mind's memory In the chilly gray dawn to warm herself in a field by Millstreet Town The hare she is racing in her coat of light brown When i visualize such great beauty i do see The male chaffinch is singing on a leafy birch tree The bluebells are blooming on ditch of bohreen And the wildflowers are blooming in fields lush and green The lust of the wander in me it was strong But my love of the old fields with me came along In the gray of the Spring dawn just before sunrise The song of the dipper in the river i often visualize The hawthorns resplendent in their white blooms of the May And the swallows back home to breed from their wintering grounds far away Are chasing flying insects above the old fields all day The memories of what was in the migrant mind stay The long gray twilights long after sunset Such things one remembers and never forget The mental pictures of what was in the memory remain And in fancy i walk in the old fields again.