I Live Many Miles

I live many miles south of my own birthplace
Where mine nowadays might well be a stranger's face
Where I grew to love Nature in fields far away
The birds sing and whistle there now it is May
Though not that melodious familiar and clear
In fancy the song of the dipper in the river I do hear
And the call of the cuckoo in the woodland nearby
A voice to imitate children often do try
Nature's wildflowers in bloom in Duhallow today
And the hawthorns resplendent in their blooms white to gray
Old memories return when one does visualize
And the little brown lark from the rushes does rise
And like a musical speck in the gray morning sky
He carols so sweetly as upwards he does fly.