Simply Listen

Birds on the water

Through ten arches saunter

Amid silver and grey

If the sun casts its ray

But there just couldn’t be

A better place, not for me.

With the lap of the water,

And the cry of the lamb,

It’s a lady, close holding

A lonely old man,

Where the birds constant whistle

Through the trees, simply listen,

Simply listen, simply listen.

By Maurice Lennon