In April Far Away

On my flights of fancy i often does hear
The skylark above Gneeves Bog in the Spring of the year
A musical speck in the gray of the sky
As up to the cloud World he sing as he fly

A voice of the groves in April and Spring
The familiar and beautiful song that the male blackbird does sing
And the tiny brown bird with the big bird song
The voice of the wren one could never get wrong

The cattle out of wintering sheds from eating silage and hay
Gaining weight from nutritious young grass chewing their cuds do lay
In the old fields looking quite resplendent and green
I can only visualize Nature's beauty i have seen

And how pleasant to hear the soft lowing of a cow
In the gathering gloam by the River Finnow
The past may be gone but the memories of it do remain
In visualizations for to visit again

The past may be gone but the memories are with me
Of clusters of pink blossoms on the crab apple tree
And the song of the male chaffinch in the dawning gray
In a leafy grove in April far away.