Summer Days In Lisnaboy

Good memories are always a source of great joy
I still recall Summer days in Lisnaboy
Above the old fields the barn swallows did fly
In pursuit of flying insects in balmy July
On changeable weather with rain on the way
Helping uncle Dan and aunt Mary with crowering of the hay
In weather temperatures pleasant around twenty degrees
White butterflies dancing in the freshening breeze
Fond memories of what was with me does remain
And often in fancy i visit again
The fields of Lisnaboy in Summer's glorious prime
In distant Duhallow at haymaking time
When the balmy air is full of the buzzings of flying insects and bees
And the young birds are chirping on the bushes and trees.