Such Beauty Comes To Me

I do live far south of Hibernia's shore
And from Clara the old hill above Claramore
But in my flights of fancy I'm walking again
In the Claraghatlea fields in the wind and the rain
The robin is singing on the silver birch tree
The sound of his voice is familiar to me
And the white breasted dipper in his cloak of dark brown
In the Finnow is singing west of Millstreet Town
Primroses, snowdrops and bluebells on the ditch of the bohreen
And the old fields decked in wildflowers are looking so green
Such beauty comes to me when I visualize
Above the rank bracken the brown skylark rise
And like a small dot in the gray morning sky
He carols as up to the cloud World he fly.