In Spring in the leafy green groves of Lisnaboy
Of chaffinches singing in the twilight gray
In the fading light of a cool April day
It is not that hard for to visualize
To happy moments good memories gives rise
Lisnaboy a place of beaurty in Spring
When the wild nesting birds whistle and sing
Only the good memories of our past we wish to retain
In moments of nostalgia for to visit again
The Seasons to Nature do come and do go
And time that ages all life becomes everyone's foe
But on my flights of fancy i often does hear
A Lisnaboy chaffinch to me singing near.
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