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Northern Ireland |
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"Memories"
I would love to go to Ireland
Where all my memories dwell,
To see again the things I love
Like the old spring well.
To feel the dew upon my face
As I travel on my bike,
And listen to the Cuckoo
As she takes off on her flight.
To hear the Corncrake singing
In the meadow down the lane,
The farmers making hay at night
Before the morning rain.
To walk along a country road
With no one else in sight,
While the moon in all its glory
Lights the darkness of the night.
The rain falling upon the ground
While just a mile away,
The sun is shining brightly
To add mystery to the day.
The sheep grazing in the fields
While the lambs all jump with glee,
A dog so old from years of work
Guarding them so patiently.
Yes, I recall the happy days
In the place that I call home,
They will always stay within my heart
Wherever I may roam.