When Last I Saw The Bluebells

The old fields resplendent in their wild-born flowers
And quite lush and green after recent Spring showers
And Nature at her finest she was to be seen
When last i saw the bluebells in bloom on the ditch of the bohreen
The sun was shining in a sky blue and gray
And the hawthorns were cloaked in their white blooms of May
A red breasted male robin sang on a leafy birch tree
And Nature's green beauty was all around me
On nutritious young grass gaining weight by the day
The contented cattle chewing their cuds lay
This is going back the Seasons to decades ago
And time the old master has become my foe
But i retain the memory of the beauty i have seen
When the bluebells were in bloom on the ditch of the bohreen.