Her shoulder length hair it was wavy and brown
The sloe blue eyed beauty of old Millstreet Town
But the wanderlust in her in Duhallow she did not stay
And she left her first home for a Land far away
Millstreet's brown haired beauty where might she be today
In anti aging creams and hair dyes does she cloak times wrinkles and gray
I wonder did she marry bear children or as single remain?
She left Millstreet by Clara never more to be seen there again
The years take care of everyone as some are known to say
She left Millstreet when the hawthorns wore their white blooms of the May
In her early twenties in the late fifties near sixty years ago
To all that is young and beautiful time becomes the foe
In late Spring in showery weather she walked in the drizzling rain
With her suitcase to the Station to board the morning train
In Millstreet in Duhallow never more to be seen there again
But what is a loss to one Town becomes another Town's gain.
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