Finding the sun in an Irish summer
Is somewhat akin’ to Russian roulette…
Anyway.
We would spend August in Arklow and Courtown
And I would be clutching my cricket set.
Gotta play!

Jump over walls, flatten the hay.

A quick evening session before we would even
Have time to reflect on our holiday
Commencing.
Will we play football or go pitch and putting. Will we play football or go pitch and putting.
We know we have swingball but we’d always plump We know we have We know we have swingball but we’d always plump
For the gentlemen’s game. For the gentlemen’s game.

Yellow the grass, flatten the hay. Yellow the grass, flatten thee day.
All day…

The farmer would come The farmer would come
Before the bad wheather. Before the bad wheather.
Our pavillion would seem Our pavillion would seem
Like a blur in the ether. Like a blur in the ether.

The night would creep in The night would creep in
On our Indian summer. On our Indian summer.
But tomorrow would bring But tomorrow would bring
A new crease to discover. A new crease to discover.

D.i and I.t, Gatting and Willey, D.i and I.t, Gatting and Willey,
May sound so silly to all the un- May sound so silly to all the un-
Initiated. Initiated.
For me and my brother they conjured up visions For me and my brother they conjured up visions
Of heroes who stood against all of the things Of heroes who stood against all of the things
That we hated. That we hated.

Lets jump over walls and flatten the hay. Lets jump over walls and flatten the hay.
All day…
All summer long. All summer long.
When we were young.
When we were young.
When we were young.