I'd love to see the gorse in bloom again
And in the morning hear the chaffinch sing
And hear the curlew piping in the bog
As carolling skylark towards the cloud world wing.
I'd love to see the bluebell flowers in bloom
On grassy verges of the stone bohreen
And hear again the little dipper sing
On rock midst rapid of the mountain stream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem