Surely Not Wrong

That years of absence weaken the  ties that bind surely not wrong
My bond for my first homeplace  used to be strong
For old Claraghatlea in view of Claramore
Far inland  by road from Hibernia's shore
Though old memories of it today living in me
Perhaps it is a place i will never more see
Most of the mentors of my younger years amongst the deceased lay
In the burial ground by Cashman's Hill from here miles away
Time bring with it changes as some like to say
And perhaps i would  feel a stranger today
In the place i have not seen for twenty six years
For it i have shed the last of my nostalgic tears
But the old fields some of them had their given name
As they once were to me today would look the same.