Sounds Of Spring
Spring blossoms scented fragrant
On zephyrs whispers tarry
O beckon me to the glades and glen
On gossamer wings carry.
Where sunshine glistens on waters,
And trees a seldom wary –
Natter gaily with the chirping birds
All day and not a weary.
I come, I come, fresh as a lark
I listen, I look , a care nary
Butterflies and bees a hum
Over land and sea ferry
The winds a rustle ,the clouds a sail
Homeward bound in Derry.