Though The Past Just A Memory

Though the past just a memory of the forever gone
Life all around me as usual goes on
Yet in my flights of fancy i often times does hear and see
In Spring a male chaffinch singing on a leafy birch tree
And the mental images remain of the beauty i have seen
When the bluebells are in bloom on the ditch of every bohreen
And the hawthorns are cloaked in their blooms of white to gray
And the fields resplendent in their wildflowers in the prime of the May
And on nutritious grass gaining weight by the day
The cattle chewing their cuds in the sunshine do lay
And from dawn till dark the songs of the birds one does hear
Spring in any Country is a beautiful time of year
And though the past gone forever the memories remain
Of what used to be and cannot be again.