Blackberry Picking Lyrics

Up high on a hill

Past lanes and windowsills

There lives a lovely lady

Who bakes buns and cakes, she

Would mind me some days

'Cause Mammy would work late

And Dad was up in Dublin, so far

Oh, it was just me and her

So, we'd walk outside

Our bootstraps all tied

And go to the bush

To see what we'd find

And there they would grow

Too many to hold

Like something straight out

Of an old Heaney poem

We'd take what we could

In baskets of wood

And then go inside

A little moment lost in time

A little moment lost in time