Ballyheather

Andy come quick the cow has a  big swollen belly
Bring the knife to let out the air before she dies
With one quick stab the rushing wind stinks
We save her life she quickly mends relived

The night the bull got out during the storm
Trampled mammy's garden of  sweet williams
His snorts along with clashing  of thunder clouds
While we hid under the bed covers upstairs
His bellowing breath seems close enough

Next day the gentle rain washes the pathways
I walk up the hill of the Brocky Brays covered
In yellow win bushes the yellow comforts me
I sit like a queen surveying my own Ballyheather
The place of my soul the green fields of heart

The wind gathers my hair in all directions
I see the corn barley and wheat growing
The cows and sheep grazing peacefully
I am the queen of my own castle without walls
Here I can be alone and alive and free to be