July In Lisnaboy

Good old memories do live on as a source of joy
Often in fancy i go back to old Lisnaboy
On the farm with my Aunt Mary and my Uncle Dan
Many Seasons before i grew into a man

On a bright and pleasant afternoon in July
In pursuit of flying insects in the blue and gray sky
Above the old fields the dark barn swallows did fly
Whilst with pikes from the rows we shook out the hay for sun and wind to dry

In almost perfect weather temperatures of around twenty degrees
With a nice sort of freshness in the freshening breeze
The balmy air full of the buzzing of flies and of bees
How nice to rekindle such good memories

Such nice memories a lifetime destined for to stay
The sweet scent of the grass freshly mown for hay
For as long as we live good memories remain
For us for to visit again and again

In Cullen church ground Dan and Mary's bones lay
And Lisnaboy in distance far from where i live today
And the past as is ever in the forever gone
But the good memories of the what used to be do live on.