The Hills Of Ardmorn

Oh that I could hear the birds again
In the fields of Ardmorn
Where the sun lies over Scullomvoe
And the rain falling softly down

Oh that I could see the bracken red
In the hills of Ardmorn
Where the moss green in between
And the mist silent all around

Oh that I could scent the breeze again
In the fields newly turned
Where the storm clouds high above
And the gulls circling all around

Oh that I could hear the birds again
In the fields of Ardmorn
Where the sun lies over Scullomvoe
And the rain falling softly down