Back There In The Place

Back there in the place where the Cails waters flow
To join the Finnow by ditch, grove and hedgerow
In the home of the badger and silver back crow
Where in the warm winds of Summer the bog cotton blow,
Of June in Duhallow the memories remain
And in fancy I visit the old homeplace again
The curlew is piping o'er Matty Owens bog
Where I often hunted with Pudsy the dog
In distance from me the old fields far away
But I visualize them in their wildflowers today
When Nature at her very finest is seen
And everywhere looking so lush and so green
The skylark to sing from the rushes does rise
His music comes to me when I visualize.