On the day of Brigid
In accordance with tradition
Spring visits Ireland
To fulfil its yearly mission.
As I walk the roads
I feel the season's treasure
For youth is all around
And in my heart there's a measure.
Oh there's a touch of autumn
And winter too around
But spring appears in splendour
As farmers till the ground.
The wind is not as cold
And the rain is turning soft
As the gentle snowdropp leads the way
With blossoms white and soft.
Soon the swallows will arrive
To grace our scenery-
Oh my whole being is full of joy on this St Brigid's day!
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