Far North Of This Country

Far north of here even as the bird does fly
Perhaps fifteen thousand kilometres of sky
Even distant inland from Hibernia's Shore
The high mountain fields of old Claramore

A steep climb up an easy journey down
To Clara Hill overlooking Millstreet Town
The old hill that refuse to age with time
That has inspired to write of it the makers of song and of rhyme

It does seem that my past does keep following me
A fellow from Claraghatlea is all that i can be
The accent of Duhallow is with me today
It is something i could not even give away

Far north of this Country on this August day
Precipitation is threatening in rain clouds of gray
And the dipper is singing in the silver tongued rill
Babbling to the river it's voice never still.