The Valley That He Came From Poem by Francis Duggan

The valley that he came from it may seem far away
But he vows he'll be back there to greet the flowers of May
When dark brown dipper with the snow white breast is singing in the rill
And the little brown lark is carolling above the sunlit hill.

He left his parents bungalow when he had turned nineteen
The wanderlust was in him and new places to be seen
In mid April in eighty three with hope in his heart young Joe
Boarded a plane for a new life some twenty years ago.

In the valley that he came from a few have grown more gray
And those born on the year he left now nearing their prime day
He will see many changes there his parents now getting old
And when compared to this Southern Land the weather there more cold.

When the hawthorn are laden with white flowers and the pink breasted chaffinch sing
Like the restless migrant swallow he will go home in the Spring
For the northern man he always thinks of his Homeland far away
And the yearn for home is at it's peak in April and in May.