Summer By Mushera

In the high country by Mushera the sweet scent of hay
Wafting in the breeze on this bright Summer's day
And above the high fields in the blue and sunny sky
On pursuit of flying insects the dark swallows fly

Where the high and narrow Butter Road ever winds up and down
Five to six kilometers above Millstreet Town
Along by the foothills of Musherawith views far and wide
Dipping down towards Rylane in the flat countryside

The beauty come to me when i visualize
Of the high countryside above Millstreet where beauty meets the eyes
Where Mushera the old hill the high countryside survey
The memory of such beauty does not die in a day

In the woods of Mushera in the Summer of the year
The cooing of the wood pigeons pleasant to hear
A memory to cherish and for to retain
And in times of reflection to visit again.