I've Had One Or Two Drinks Too Many

I've had one or two drinks too many and my thoughts are far from clear
Yet the stream that flows by my old home I fancy I can hear
As it babbles by the hedgerow scenting of the blooms of May
On it's journey to the river through the old fields far away.

It's those old feelings of nostalgia sweeping over me again
And I hear the robin piping in the sunshine after rain
And I hear the curlews fluting as above the bog they fly
And their nests and eggs are hard to find though close to them you may walk by.

Every time I have a few drinks in I can hear the hooded crow
Cawing on the ancient oak tree standing tall by the hedgerow
One detested by  the sheep farmers he kill young lambs 'tis said
But he is the great survivor though many want him dead.

Young lambs play around their mothers in the high field by the hill
And I hear the dipper singing where the river meets the rill
And the skylark he is carolling between the earth and sky
Lost to view above the mountain where the clouds go drifting by.

I've had one or two drinks too many and I fancy I can see
A cloak of snow white blossoms on the lovely hawthorn tree
And the thrushes and the finches singing as the sun goes down
In the leafy groves and on the hedgerows a mile from Millstreet Town.