Wherever i go to my past goes with me
In my mental images the old fields i do see
The fields i remember with fondness today
From my mind they have never been far away
The memories of long gone Springs with me does stay
Of those old fields resplendent in their wildflowers of May
I retain the marvelous memories of Nature's beauty i have seen
Like the bluebells in bloom on the ditch of bohreen
The past may be gone but the memories remain
And on my flights of fancy i go home again
In the fields where i grew to love Nature when i was a boy
And learning of her ways today i enjoy
And the great gift of memory is a marvelous thing
It does carry me to a far away Spring.
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