In Time It Has Been

In time it has been seven years with a score
Since i climbed upon Clara above Claramore
And took in the views of Duhallow and Sliabh Luachra and Gortavehy's face of stone
And Anu's breasts near Rathmore known as the Paps of Shrone

Since i last climbed on Clara to many places to i have been
And a bit of the big World out there i have seen
But many have been in far more Countries than me
In the big World out there always so much to see

The past comes to me when i visualize
And in Spring the little brown lark from the bracken does rise
A musical speck in the gray morning sky
As up to the cloud world to sing he does fly

It has been seven years with a score since the old fields i did see
And all i have now are the memories of what used to be
Of where i first grew to love Nature when i was a boy
And learning of her ways today i enjoy.