Whenever of far away places I dream
The dark brown white breasted dipper he sings in the stream
And the song of the robin melodious and clear
Echoes in the grove in the Spring of the year
And above the bracken clad mountain in the gray morning sky
The little brown lark carols as he does fly
Like a musical speck till out of sight he disappear
Yet in the still mountain air his warbling I do hear
The hawthorns are in their white blooms of the May
And the swallows back home from places far away
Are chasing flying insects above the high field
Just a short climb from where grass to bracken yield
The wildflowers abundant in fields lush and green
And bluebells bloom on the ditch of the bohreen.
The dark brown white breasted dipper he sings in the stream
And the song of the robin melodious and clear
Echoes in the grove in the Spring of the year
And above the bracken clad mountain in the gray morning sky
The little brown lark carols as he does fly
Like a musical speck till out of sight he disappear
Yet in the still mountain air his warbling I do hear
The hawthorns are in their white blooms of the May
And the swallows back home from places far away
Are chasing flying insects above the high field
Just a short climb from where grass to bracken yield
The wildflowers abundant in fields lush and green
And bluebells bloom on the ditch of the bohreen.