If Ever Again

If ever again i should see Claraghatlea
I'd like it for to be in the month of May
With the old fields lush and green after recent Spring showers
Looking quite beautiful in their wildborn flowers

If ever again i should see Claramore
By Clara far inland from Hibernia's shore
It would have to be when the brown lark does fly
Above the high fields for to sing in the sky

If ever Inchaleigh i should see again
I'd like it to be when in the watery drain
The little dark tadpoles are wriggling about
With tiny eyes, wriggly tail and a tiny mouth

If ever again Annagloor i should see
It will be when white blooms are cloaking the hawthorn tree
And chaffinch with the pink breast is singing his best
As the sun is going down in the sky towards the west

The passing of time has left it's mark on me
And if ever again Ballydaly i see
I hope it will be when cattle are out on grass and the  nesting birds sing
And the old fields are wearing their flowers of the Spring.