In Annagloor In Early April

Financially i am not well off but how can i say i am poor
When i can visualize the birds singing in the leafy groves of Annagloor
The Spring spreads her green in Duhallow it is a lovely time of year
The song of the orange breasted robin is always a joy for to hear

The cattle out of wintering sheds from months of eating silage and hay
On the nutritous grass are doing quite well in fact gaining weight by the day
The old fields resplendent in their flowers of nature and  though the sun obscured in clouds of gray
The swallows are chasing flying insects home  to breed from Lands far away

The dipper does sing in the river the dark brown bird with breast white as snow
His scratchy song to many familiar of a water life he only know
The song of the male pink breasted chaffinch is an Annagloor voice of the Spring
I feel grateful to the gift of memory it is such a marvelous thing

In Annagloor in early April the golden billed blackbird on song
A voice of Spring that is familiar that one never ought to get wrong
And the tiny brown wren of the  hedgerow does have a loud song for  his size
From Nature we never stop learning and she  never does cease to surprise

It is April now in Duhallow north of here in sky miles far away
On the ditches  the bluebells are in bloom and in the hedges the dunnocks  are singing today
And though financially i am not well off how can i say that i am poor
When i can visualize the birds singing in the leafy groves of Annagloor.