In Old Cullen Tonight

The pub doors are locked not one person in sight
Cullen the old Village on the hill peaceful in the moonlight
On silent wings in the faint light the barn owl looks white whilst in flight
Where peace reigns supreme in old Cullen tonight

The calling of a fox in a field nearby
A dog it is barking in a back yard to it in reply
On a pleasant night in September of around twelve degrees
The freshening breeze gently soughing in the moonlit trees

A scene such as this a poet or artist to write of and sketch would inspire
But such natural beauty i only can admire
Though such pleasant thoughts in the memory does remain
In moments of nostalgia for to visit again

The weather quite pleasant for the time of year
And only the voices of Nature one does hear
The pub doors are locked not one person in sight
Where peace reigns supreme in old Cullen tonight.