Perhaps

Perhaps i will never climb Clara again
In Spring overlooking the countryside lush and green from recent rain
With amazing views of Duhallow and Sliabh Luachra beyond Rathmore and Knocknagree
Such wonderful beauty that i have been privileged to see

Perhaps i will never again hear the soft lowing of a cow
In a Summer twilight to her calf by the River Finnow
With the shadows of darkness above the old  fields  gathering around
Apart from the babble of the river the only living sound

Perhaps i will never again hear the male red breast robin sing
On a leafy birch tree in the prime of the Spring
When the hawthorns are cloaked in their white blooms of the May
And Nature's wildflowers blooming in the fields on a nice sunny day

Perhaps i will never again hear the silver tongued rill
On it's way to the river down the fields by the hill
And  the memories  live on of what used to be
Of the beauty i have known and may never more see.