It has been awhile since in the old fields i saw wildflowers in bloom
And from the bog in windy May scented the natural perfume
Wafting in the breeze on a beautiful day
The hawthorns white in their blossoms of May
Many Seasons have gone by since i heard the robin sing
In a Duhallow grove in the prime of the Spring
And the dipper sung his scratchy notes in the rill
That babbled on down from the foot of the hill
From old father time there is nowhere to hide
The clock is against me time's not on my side
Since i left the home fields twenty one years have gone
But the birds sing without me and life there goes on
It has been twenty one years and many a day
Since i heard the birds sing in the groves far away.
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