In Green Old Lisnaboy

Good memories live on in us and remain as a source of joy
I often think of happy Summer days in green old Lisnaboy
When i was a primary schoolgoing lad more than a decade from my physical prime
This now seems many years ago some six decades of time

From the sunlit Summer meadows the sweet scent of grass mowed for hay
Come wafting to my memory from Duhallow far away
With the sun on their dark wings chasing flying insects in the sky
The migratory barn swallows did chirp as they did fly

On looking back the Seasons time seems to hurry by
The young birds in the hedges chirped in the warmth of July
The wildborn brown honeybees were buzzing gathering nectar from Nature's flowers
In the old fields looking lush and green after recent Summer showers

Good memories of our younger years a lifetime with us stay
In the shade of the leafy trees the cud chewing cattle lay
Such scenes of rural beauty in memory does remain
And on my flights of fancy i go back home again

Us people like the Seasons come and go but the old fields look much the same
And most of them i do recall had their own given name
Old memories last a lifetime and are mine to enjoy
Of my many happy Summer days in green old Lisnaboy.