In April In Duhallow

Back there where the Cails and the Finnow does meet
By the railway track near the Town of Millstreet
Where the rushes grow rank the shy male pheasant crow
And the tiny brown wren singing on the hedgerow
In April in Duhallow on a cloudy Spring day
A freshening wind from the hills tell of rain on the way
Lost to view in the clouds Nature's aerial minstrel of the Spring
The song of the lark is such a beautiful thing
Where i grew to love Nature when i was a boy
And learning of her ways i still do enjoy
The cattle out on grass from their wintering shed
They will gain some weight in the warmer days ahead
And the song of the robin so pleasant to hear
In April in Duhallow in the Spring of the year.