By The Mountains Far Away

In fancy i can hear the babbling rill
Flowing down the high fields near the town by the hill
With wildflowers in their thousands to be seen
And the old fields are looking lush and green
The long grass flattened by the river to tell where the flood had been
And snowdrops, bluebells and primroses on the ditch of the bohreen
And on the hedgerows and in the leafy groves the nesting birds sing all the day
Amongst Nature's greenery in April far away
The female badger with her young leaves her sett in the twilight
To search for food and teach them survival skills in the old fields in the night
And every bird that has a song in the gray dawn one does hear
In April in the Northlands in the Spring of the year
And in fancy i hear the dipper in the dawning cool and gray
When Spring is in the Northlands by the mountains far away.