Wherever i go to my past comes along
In fancy i can hear the robin on song
In a leafy grove from here far away
When the hawthorns are in their white blooms of the May
And the old fields lush and green from recent Spring showers
Are looking resplendent in Nature's own flowers
And cattle out of wintering sheds on months of silage and hay
On nutritious young grass gaining weight by the day
I retain mental pictures of beauty i have seen
Like bluebells in bloom on the ditch of bohreen
Or the dark barn swallows chirping as they fly
In pursuit of flying insects across the gray sky
The past followed me from the fields far away
When i visualize it is with me today.
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