Sometimes In My Dreams

Sometimes my dreams take me far inland from Hibernia's Shore
To old Clara Hill above high Claramore
Where the skylark a musical speck in the sky
Is carolling as up to the gray clouds he does fly
Where the hawthorns are in their white blooms of the May
The blackbird is piping in the morning gray
And male robin is proclaiming his territory
Singing on high branch of leafy alder tree
Far better to them than their Winter fodder of silage and hay
Cattle on nutritional grass gaining weight by the day
And of the young Spring heather enjoying their fill
Blackface horned ewes and their lambs are high on Clara Hill
Sometimess in my dreams i am far north of here
By the Boggeragh Hills in the Spring of the year.