When People Ask Me

When people ask me what part of Ireland i am from i tell them from Millstreet
Not too far from the rushy fields where the rivers do meet
From old Claraghatlea in view of Clara Hill
Just a few minutes walk from the silver tongued rill
That from the higher fields babbles night and day
To the rivers to the ocean many miles away
The passage of time has left it's mark on me
And a Claraghatlea fellow is all i can be
A mile at the most west of Millstreet Town
Where i used to live when my hair was dark brown
And though i have not been there for many a year
Fond memories are with me of a place i love dear
And if someone ask what part of Ireland i am from i tell them from Millstreet
Not too far from the rushy fields where the rivers do meet.