You were born beneath a rising star. Carry you over thorny ground, Down silver streams and waterfalls, And to enjoy this field(?) At the old oak tree.
Hand in hand to the linen mill(?) With Clarabelle in the daffodils We love to go where the wishes grow At the start of tiny summer.
I was here before and I was young (walk the bluebells) I used to run the McGoggy road (walk the bluebells) Now you are young and I am old, (walk the bluebells) Time’s like smoke, through a keyhole.
Hand in hand to the linen mill(?) And with Clarabelle in the daffodils We love to go where the wild flowers grow Tiny summer. Tiny summer. (walk the bluebells) (walk the bluebells) (walk the bluebells)
???????? at the old oak tree We’re hand in hand to the linen mill(?) And with Clarabelle and the daffodils We love to go where the wishes grow At the start of tiny summer Walk the bluebells