Back In The Home Fields Again

The swallows Winter far from Hibernia's shore
And far south of the high fields of old Claramore
But they will return to raise their next brood in the Spring
The wonders of Nature an amazing thing
From an overnight frost the fields looking gray
And a cold wind blowing down from the old hill today
Flying in the sunshine from their place of birth the swallows far away
But they will be home for to breed by the May
It has been a long time since I've heard and seen the gray crow
And heard the brown wren singing in the hedgerow
Or the white breasted dipper singing in the rill
That babbles to the river from the field by the hill
But memories of what was with me do remain
And in fancy I'm back in the home fields again.