He met a demure Irish maiden
out there where the shamrocks grow,
romance and first love came their way
where the light gentle breezes blow.
It was during a long hot summer
the sweet memory lingers so well;
they both threw caution to the winds
as deeper and deeper in love they fell.
On banks of the Shannon they wandered
across fields of the green Antrim Glen
chasing butterflies ~ gathering bluebells
and stealing a kiss now and then.
In June, the church bells were ringing
at the Altar two hearts pledged their love
forever and ever to be with each other...
Mourne mountains they could rise above.
Their love has become a rhapsody,
a sweet Irish love song for two,
love at first sight in the long hot summer
has lasted a whole lifetime through.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem