Somewhere, sometime along the many journeys of my life,
when i am old, and surrounded by those that i love,
i will go back in my head to the tire swings,
that i always think about, with the boy i never forgot
i lift that place so long ago, a young woman,
my heart remains, under the old beech tree,
were we spent summer nights, in the fields that surrounded,
talking, playing, it was there you kissed me.
i will close my tired old eyes, and i will remember,
the ages of my youth and the love that i left behind,
that seem a hundred summer breezes ago,
in my home country of Ireland, so far away.
and when i remember. oh how i will smile when i recall it,
i will sleep then, and i will return to you,
and you will be beside that old tire swing,
dressed in your best breeches and best white shirt.
and i will look at my youthful hands,
and i will play forever more amoung the green grass,
laugh and i will leave the world,
and return to my childhood and the boy i left behind
