The great gift of memory is a wonderful thing
Today in Annagloor the wild birds chirp and sing
And June has arrived with her beautiful flowers
That bloom in the old fields in the Summer showers
The buzzings of the nectar gathering wild honeybees
And the cattle at rest chewing their cuds in the shade of the trees
And the grey wagtail sings near where Cails waters flow
By their chirping or song birds one does come to know
I grew to love Nature in fields far away
A love that is mine for to enjoy today
And my walks in Nature today I do enjoy
As much as I did in far fields as a boy
When brown lark was carolling a musical speck in the sky
And above Annagloor the dark swallows did fly.
Today in Annagloor the wild birds chirp and sing
And June has arrived with her beautiful flowers
That bloom in the old fields in the Summer showers
The buzzings of the nectar gathering wild honeybees
And the cattle at rest chewing their cuds in the shade of the trees
And the grey wagtail sings near where Cails waters flow
By their chirping or song birds one does come to know
I grew to love Nature in fields far away
A love that is mine for to enjoy today
And my walks in Nature today I do enjoy
As much as I did in far fields as a boy
When brown lark was carolling a musical speck in the sky
And above Annagloor the dark swallows did fly.