Back There Near Ballydaly

Back there near Ballydaly the rain is drizzling down
And few cars on the roadway that leads to Millstreet Town
And though only a few days now from the first of the calendar Spring
The songbirds yet not nesting though they soon will start to sing
The weather cold and wet and windy though the first of March is near
And soon in Ballydaly the Cuckoo's voice they'll hear
And the swallows will be home to breed from warm climes far away
And o'er the rushy old fields chase insects in the lamp of day
Clara and Caherbarnagh cloaked in the fogs of rain
And the brown flood waters gurgling in the flooded roadside drain
But soon the birds will be singing and nesting as the warmer winds do blow
Nature's wildflowers will deck the fields as the grass begins to grow
And the deciduous trees in Winter that looked ugly and bare
Will be looking quite beautiful when their Summer green they will wear.