I know that soft zephyrs now play
In an orchard where apple trees bloom
And peep through the panes of the window
Of a neat little, sweet little room,
A room with a bed in one corner,
Half hidden by curtains o’erhung –
‘Twas there that I slept the sweet slumber
Of innocence when I was young.
Soft winds of remembrance are blowing
Their fond recollections to me
Of that little cottage and orchard
In Ireland far over the sea.
I guess a bed’s still in that corner,
I know that the apple trees bloom;
But the old place has passed into new hands:
I’ll never more sleep in that room.
Yet often when soft winds are playing
Sweet music in orchards abloom,
In dreams I’ll tip-toe to the window
Of a neat little, sweet little room.
And I’ll vision a bed and a table
In a corner with curtains o’erhung:
‘Tis thus, though a man disillusioned,
I’ll dream the dear dreams of the young.
Michael Mullin ‘The Bard of Foremass’
Foremass Lower, Sixmilecross, Co Tyrone.
Michael himself had written – ‘I like it’ at this poem on his list.