A Claraghatlea Fellow Is All I Can Be

I have not been back there for twenty five years
And for what i used to love i've shed all of my tears
But to deny my past would be foolish of me
Since a Claraghatlea fellow is all i can be

I was far from a bright boy in primary school
In Millstreet Town far north of old Warrnambool
But that does not matter much to me today
Since the clock on my life does keep ticking away

'Tis memory alone that links us to the past
But on looking back the Seasons time did tick on fast
And perhaps i will never again hear the lowing of a cow
On a summer twilight in a field by the River Finnow

Of what we loved in the past the good memories remain
And in fancy i walk in the old fields again
But where i once was known i may be a stranger today
And the now is all that matters as some like to say

Though to some what i like doing seems a huge waste of time
Of my first home-place i've penned many a rhyme
Each to his or to her own would you not agree
And a Claraghatlea fellow is all i can be.