Good Memories Though Old

Good memories though old can be a source of joy
I still recall Summer days in Lisnaboy
On their farm with Aunt Mary and Uncle Dan
In my pre teen years before i grew to a man

In July in the meadow on a warm day
In the splendid sunshine making wynds of hay
To the chirping of young birds and the buzzing of bees
And the beautiful sight of butterflies dancing in the mild afternoon breeze

Though back then a boy two decades from my prime
But good memories do survive the decades of time
On going back the years near six decades ago
And since time all of our master has become my foe

Dan and Mary's last remains in Cullen do lay
And since then the dawning of many a day
But good memories of what was never fade away
And in fancy with Dan and Mary i make wynds of hay.