Where March Winds Blow

Over the clover where March winds blow
The fairies are dancing to and fro
Whirling and twirling in lively glee
Nary a mortal will ever see
These delicate sprites and where they go

Green sparkling diamonds from midnight's snow
Mirror the morn in the sunlight's glow
Over green hills way out to the sea
Where March winds blow

Piercing the air, the caw of the crow  
Touches the sky, above and below
Floats with the wind where the air is free
Over the clover and tallest tree
Sings with the fairies ~ adagio
Where March winds blow.

Eyes of Sweet Colleen

Through laughing eyes of sweet Colleen
My heart is touched with greenest-green
When first we met by grassy knoll
Near clover sweet, my heart, she stole
A brighter day, I've never seen

When Ides of March and love convene
And winter's chills have left the scene
My dancing heart, I'll not control  
Eyes of sweet Colleen

From heavenly showers, the earth will sing
Its grateful sigh and heather bring
Come spring, the wedding bells will toll
We'll pledge our love to please our soul
I'll bathe in nature's greenest-green
Eyes of sweet Colleen

In a Fertile Green Dell

Down in the valley in a fertile green dell
Live three tiny leprechauns, sassy as hell.
In britches, jackets, shoes; with tiny turned up toes
On bed of green clover, they sleep in their clothes.
If anyone comes near, they will jump and yell!

In the dead of the night, they will cast their spell
From magical secrets kept down in a well.
When the March winds blow with a yellow moon's glow
In a fertile green dell.

These daring, little leprechauns, none can quell
Chanting to the rhythm of the old church bell
Gleefully dancing and prancing to and fro
On the graves of the witches and the ogres, lo.
Rise up, foggy circle, in the pimpernel.
In a fertile green dell.

On a Summer's Day Down By the Sea

On a summer’s day down by the sea
many children are shouting with glee.
How they love the big waves,
building castles and caves
in the sand with their own coterie.

In low tide pools they wade merrily.
Strange sea creatures, their first time to see.
Digging shells from their watery grave
on a summer’s day down by the sea.

Making friends with the crab and the flea,
playing ball as they fall on their knee.
With salt-suntanned bodies they crave
to cool off, so they splash in a wave.
A child can be happy and free
on a summer’s day down by the sea.