Seasons
Spring Time
It is the nicest time of year
With Easter drawing near
The days are getting longer
And Spring will soon be here.
A time of year to reflect
On what is past and gone,
With a constant wish for happiness
For the New Year just begun.
The Winter long is passing by
T’will soon be at an end
So time to think of days ahead
And what this change will bring.
We look forward to the sun
And blue skies overhead
To banish all our Winter blues
There’ll be bright days here instead.
We see signs of nature,
they all around us ring
The fields get greener, lambs appear
and birds begin to sing.
The miracle is taking place
around us all today,
To let us know that God himself
Is with us on our way.
So at Easter time we celebrate
The greatest Feast of all –
The rising of our Saviour
He did it for us all.
And we thank the Lord with all our hearts
For being the chosen few
As we wait for Easter day to dawn
And the blessings that ensue.
Lost Time
Timothy took his time to school,
Plenty of time he took,
But some he lost at the tadpole pool,
And some at the stickle-back brook,
Ever so much at the Linnets Nest,
And more at the five barred gate,
Timothy took his time to school,
But he lost it all and was late
Timothy has a lot to do,
How shall it all be done?
Why he never got home ‘til close on two,
Though he should have been back by one,
There’s sums, writing and spelling too,
And an apple tree to climb,
Timothy has a lot to do,
How shall he find the time?
Timothy sought it high and low,
He looked in the tadpole pool,
To see if he’d taken the time to grow,
That he lost on the way to school,
He found the nest, he found the tree,
And he found the gate he’d crossed,
But timothy never could find – ah no,
The time that Timothy lost.
Cuirt on Deabhail
Tharla se gar go Maighcuillin ag an ait a thugtar
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