Dante - Tír na nÓg

Summer came from somewhere

It lay across the land

Soil was fine and warm in the hand

The shepherdess and the sheepdog

They kept a loving view

On starry nights fat lambs might stray

From the ewe

For summer came from somewhere

Now her journey’s done

Dante loves the summer sun

White clover and mountains

A sight to fill the eye

Yet eyes have seen and still wonder why

Dante turns for home again

Her rosy cheeks at evensong

But she won’t leave her flock very long

For summer came from somewhere

Now her journey’s done

Dante loves the summer sun

For summer came from somewhere

Now her journey’s done

Dante loves the summer sun

For summer came from somewhere

Now her journey’s done

Dante loves the summer sun